I Used To Be Santa Claus

Once upon a time, long before there was a land of Never-Never, there lived a people who were Giants. It was a snow filled land where they dwelt, far beyond the horizon, way up in the Altai Mountains, hidden in the Mysts of Time. One day, they decided to journey to the land from whence they had come. They traveled over snow and ice, staying for a while in caves and strange dwellings. Across the deserts they moved, through vast green valleys and over great peaked mountains. They sailed upon the waters, filled with treacherous waves and mighty sea monsters, until finally, one day, they caught sight of their own precious island.

Many years had passed since they had last laid eyes on the land. It was here that they delighted for times past times. Comely and kind, their passion for Spirit and Forever could not be undone. The fervor they had for Eternal was renowned throughout the lands. It came upon them then, in a time they knew would come, that a strange race of beings requested that they give the island over to them. Rather than fight them, for battle would have to be waged to lay claim to their beloved home, they agreed to live in Tír na nÓg, the land of Ever Young, and the mounds that graced the rolling hills all around. All but one, that is, and it is he that this tale is about.

His name is Dagda, the good Father, the keeper of time. He was born at the Winter Solstice, bringing the light and warmth back to the land, healing the people and animals of sickness from the cold. It is he who chose to roam the world, teaching the people the gifts of giving and love. It is said that he first came to the consciousness of humankind as the Green Man, or Cernunnos. Whoever he was known as, he was and is the benefactor, the benevolent one, the giver of life and sustainer of health. He moves through this existence, down through the years, being known and knowing, his deep and hearty laughter heard ringing throughout the hallways of the earth.

Some of his names are Dyed Moroz, Christkindle, Sinterklas, Ash Man, Pere Noel, and Santa Claus. He lives everywhere and nowhere, all at the same time. He is the one who has given us the gift of giving, that unselfish part of us that wants to share with others. It is he whom we remember on this day each year, a day which is always so close to his own birthday. When you receive a gift on his special day, thank him, for without him giving would not be. Light a Yule Log as an offering of gratitude to this dear and cherished being. Thank the good Father, the Spirit of Giving, for the kindness he has brought into your life. Offer gratefulness to the one who chose to stay behind, away from his own people, willingly and kindly bringing his knowledge and love to each one of us.

Text created by Susan Isabella Sheehan
“Art Is The Perception Of An Altered Reality©”
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I Used To Be Santa Claus

Susan Isabella  Sheehan

SANTA CLARA, United States

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A brief excerpt from a book I am currently working on.

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