"What are we going to do," Santa pleaded with his elves. I depend upon Stand-in Santas everywhere to listen to children to find out what they want for Christmas.
"But because of fears of the COVID, there is a shortage of these Stand-in Santas. There isn't enough of them to speak with all the children." No elf had an answer.
But Mrs. Claus did.
"Waka-Waka," echoed from my backyard. "Waka-Waka."
I live in a semi-rural area and on this cold blustery day, I was sitting in my home in front of a roaring fire, having hot chocolate and oatmeal cookies when I heard that renowned owl hoot.
Instantly, I knew it was the famous Great Horned Owl, seldom seen, and often sought by photographers.
I grabbed my camera and scanned my backyard, when on an old oak tree, on a branch 20 feet up, I spotted him.
To get a great photo, I climbed to the top of my grandchildren's playground set, and just as I was about to take his photo, I slipped and landed on the grass 20-feet below.
"Waka-Waka, Hoo-Hoo-Hoo," loudly echoed, and I knew he was laughing at me. "Waka-Waka, Hoo-Hoo- Hoo," rang out again.
As I looked out my window this morning, I saw an unusual man and my heart told me I had to speak with him, for I sensed he was Jesus.
He didn't look like Jesus because he wasn't white as he is so often depicted, nor did he have a long robe and long hair.
Instead, he was a homeless man, walking the world in tattered clothing. He was 5 feet, 2 inches tall, with dark hair, copper colored skin and a thin body.
Jesus spoke Spanish and a little English and he had his belongings in a fast food sized plastic bag he held in his right hand.
No-one else seemed to notice him, as if he was invisible. The hardships he had bourn were written in his eyes and in the lines on his face, and in his well worn calloused hands.
Recently, while visiting the Kingdom of Genovia, I attended two massive rallies.
In the first rally, about COVID vaccinations, thousands of people arrived to loudly proclaim, "MY BODY, MY CHOICE," and "SUPPORT FREEDOM OF CHOICE!"
As questions arose, many of these anti-vax supporters refused to speak to the "liberal media."
The next day at the second rally, I saw many of these same demonstrators but this time loudly opposing women's legal rights to control their own bodies.
"Abortion is murder," they shouted. "Shut down the abortion clinics!" and "God Hates Abortion!" were written on their signs. I was stunned!
But yesterday you demanded, "MY BODY, MY CHOICE," and "SUPPORT FREEDOM OF CHOICE" so how can you now justify reversing your own position. "It's not the same," people shouted. But no-one could tell me how it was different.
Warning: Dear Reader, this Fable is about a real life passenger who allegedly assaulted a flight attendant. As of this writing, he has not been convicted in a court of law. I hold his alleged victim in my heart and I pray for her healing and her well-being and that of her family. I also pray for him, as a soul so misguided, as to allegedly commit such an atrocity. Here is our Fable:
