Duff here. Before this year, I had held Santa at a distance. To Me, He was a very large Man, booming out “Ho! Ho! Ho!” to one and All. He seemed approachable and Nice. But there was simply Something about Him. Maybe it was His Shiny black Boots. Or His Sparkly Belt, almost as big as I was. Something didn’t fit right for Me. Living unstuck.
But I was totally won over This Christmas. Mom and I saw Santa, and I began to draw away. She gathered Me up and introduced Me to Him, up close and personal. Once I tucked My Nose into His beard, I quickly realized We were Kinfolk! His Beard and My Fur were both white. And Shiny. And soft, with Curls. Truly living unstuck.
How about You? Are You a Fan of Santa Claus? Or can You take Him or leave Him? I say: Be part of Our Family! (Even if Your Hair is not white and curly.) But be very careful if You choose to be indifferent. Might end up with a Stocking full of Coal, You know. Living unstuck. #unstuck-living#Santa
Down the chimney, St. Nicolas came with a bound!...
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.
Clement Clark Moore
T’was the Night Before Christmas