It’s hard to believe that another year is almost behind us, and that the holidays are upon us in force. Last night before crashing, my wife and I wrapped Christmas presents. Most of them, of course, are for our 8-year-old son, Gregory, who — much to my continuing amazement — still believes in Santa Claus. At age 6 when I observed that Santa was wearing my grand-dad’s ring, I punctured that balloon for myself. But my wife is happy to let the boy continue in his beliefs for as long as he can keep them, and confesses herself that she didn’t cave into the separation of myth and magic from hard, cruel fact until about age 12 or so. For me, it’s an interesting experiment in observing the forcible suspension of disbelief as Gregory sees everything from hints to outright rejections of Santa’s myth and magic in many forms of media. But hey: if he’s happy, and my wife Dina is happy, it’s pretty easy for me to be happy, too!
And while I’m at it, I’d like to wish you — all of my readers and followers — the best of holiday seasons whatever your beliefs might be. I hope you get to spend some quality time with those near and dear to you, with friends and families and colleagues and more to enjoy yourselves and to pause and reflect on the good things that life sometimes doles out.
As for myself, I’m going to keep believing that the global economy will settle down and improve, that we’ll either avoid the fiscal cliff altogether or that we’ll learn that taking the leap is rather more entertaining and less traumatic than so many people seem to think it will be. Perhaps if we take care of ourselves and each other, this can multiply to the point where our world’s big problems also start to take care of themselves, too.
Again: Happy Holidays!