Chapter Sixty One: Christmas Present

I believe in everything until it's disproved.

So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons.

It all exists, even if it's in your mind.

Who's to say that dreams and nightmares

aren't as real as the here and now?

John Lennon

And still after all this time,

the sun never says to the earth,

"You Owe Me."

Look what happens with 

A love like that,

It lights the Whole Sky.

Hafiz

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AN ESSAY ABOUT THE IMPORTANCE OF THE CHRISTMAS CELEBRATION AND THE ADVENT OF THE THINGS TO COME, PLEASANT AND KIND:

What is it about Christmas that the children of the world dreams about the many things that needs exploring? The mind of the child, as innocent as it is as inquisitive, will try in its best to decide for itself what is real and what is not, based primarily on the perception of the imaginary contructs about the Christmas Eve celebration, whose playful imagination is without being instructed yet to the treacherous nature of the fragile world.

But despite this limited opportunity for this special world being imagined to come into the fullest of life, and begin its purposive limitation other than to show and manifest all the ideals that celebrate the Yuletide season; and despite its philosophical complication relating to the beliefs in the nature of divinity, and with all the virtues necessary to the effect of bringing something truly imagined erect into existence from the same fagility of the concept involved in the process.

Today is always the advent of those silly limitations that we impose upon ourselves, yet abundant in truthful revelation once studied with careful consideration. Christmas Present is more than just a ghost it seems; it is the venue to know the Spirit of the truth, the glowing realization of those hidden from light, covered in the blanket of darkness, waiting to be discovered from wherever the light courageously comes to shine, getting into the tiniest cracks that it can find.

It is not our obligation to actually disprove something that does not exist, because in order to propose a definite conclusion, one must know everything that there is to learn, and in these limited precepts that characterize the world, such a state is so much impossible to achieve. But one may prove something based on its manifested form, by fully recognizing that it exists, including the minute particles of its verifiable substance.

This essay will not attempt to verify the truth of all things held by many as worthy beliefs by making a very futile attempt trying to arrive at the impossibility of its uncomfortable endeavor. However, as crazy as it may seem, any manifested form that points to the exact defined nature of philosophical constructs, a person may find himself to be certain about something that is unseen by simply looking at the persuasive effects of the availability of its observable form.

The being itself is Christmas at the heart of the curious mind, the subject matter of all questions, the many premises of disputed realities that attempts to fully answer an important question with limited information. It does not make sense at all, apart from the fact that it dwells in the poor company of the most unfair regulations.

In the present we must live; for tomorrow never comes, and never will. The past is just an old friend full of those imprinted memories, an engraved memory of the essay of good or bad.

Christmas Present, here we are. Let our dear Santa Claus come through our dreams. Or in desperate cases, through our chimneys. The wait may be unbearable, but we must do, and we are willing to wait.

We will all attempt to be brave as long as we could just to meet you in person.

Sincerely,

THE AUTHOR OF THE ESSAY

THE TRIANGLE OF THE GHOSTS

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