When the clock strikes 2am, it means the ghost of Christmas Present is nigh. If your name is Scrooge, you will be visited by a huge bearded linebacker wearing a dreamy green robe. He will be sitting amidst a buffet of candied meats and sugar plums, laughing heartily. You don’t mess with the ghost of Christmas Present. If you think you are hallucinating, and perhaps it is merely a figment of excess Drambuie, or one too many spoonfuls of figgy pudding, cast aside your doubts and realize that it is possible to be mistaken.
I believe in the paranormal; in spirits and ghosts and U.F.O.’s, etc. I don’t know how I feel about Roswell, but I have a couple of strange saucer stories I will save for another time. I would love to visit Our Lady or Guadelupe, and I don’t mean it as disrespectful to consider its inspiring miracle paranormal. It’s hard to disagree that its an unusual way for water to behave.
These overlapping realities submerge one in pleasant and powerful memories. It is easy to forget about the moment and dwell in the past, but it comes at the expense of the feast quickly spoiling. Be well and Happy Holidays. Hug a Mall Santa or a salvation army bell ringer if you must, but by no means horde your affection or let it be idle.
