A Story of the Faerie Keeper

For days, there had been talk of a stranger who would soon come to visit on a particular night not so far in the future. He would come to visit all the children of the world who had kept clean, been good, kind, but most of all who had loved and cared for everyone around them. I tell you this tale for I have seen this person and many say he is not real, does not exist.

This is that with which we face such unbelief, anyone who would believe such things also endures, ridicule and contempt. Felt with a harsh sadness yet opposed by those that would make it so to believe. Innocence is a sign of an open heart and mind. Never to be confused with one who might be gullible and naive. We know that recorded through out almost all humanity in each individual heart at sometime they believed in him generation after generation, with anticipation unrivalled by any story ever told.

So on this night all it takes is for the mind to be open and the heart to be ready. Thus, the ingredients of a happy tiredness shuffled together with awareness, alertness and a little mystery must be your guide, so does make the betterment for a good visual sighting of the great and wonderful person who miraculously is able to pay a visit to every child’s home on this special night. One who knows those maybe that have not been so good through the year and those that maybe need just a little something to help them feel good just about themselves. I tell you this is true, how can it not be otherwise.

The wonder of the vehicle of choice is alone enough to lift the spirits soaring to unknown heights of delight. After all a bright red sleigh with bells and a large red sack filled with some mysterious packages is strange but inspiring.

At the front, a group, six white boomers, [large white male kangaroos] whom set out on a journey of what might seem of monumental proportions. Long through the night around the Southern Hemisphere not tiring for a moment until they reach the border the exciting journey continues and then changes made to the six reindeer, Rudolph and the gang, to propel in flight this whole wonder through the night sky to a journey of no less monumental proportions around the Northern Hemisphere.

Now the likes of this tale are to be heard everywhere nearing the end of the year and yet it is one that mankind has never seen or heard other than from tales of old or past down from father to son, mother to daughter, but happen it indeed does. For I tell you it is true I have seen it no less with my very own eyes, such happenings as this year after year. Never has this magic failed to appear in the skies but you have to be very quick to see it and those of feint heart will always fail because faith is necessary, for it is true, that believers look to a natural belief and in the searching, find the wonders of the universe.

Now the night comes by with many tales told of a large round man of white hair, a beard of snowhite, red trousers and jacket with trim as pure white as can be, large black boots finish the dress of the so-called apparition. Who then indeed eats and drinks that left on each table and could it be that is why this grand old gentle man is so large?

A wonder to believe is that such a person of size can fit down a chimney, yet if we stretch our minds is this not possible. In the believing is it not that we form a trust with ourselves of the endearing warmth of love that surrounds the thoughts of grandness of reality mixed with just a dash of imagination, a stirring of the unknown and a caring sip from the lifting liquid of life.

This is not so hard to understand or believe when we think of the wonders of the world or even the universe. The strange and intriguing histories that are uncovered every day, certainly has been brought quite forcibly home, we would consider on this very planet, Now I for one have seen many a strange encounter that would make many a great tale but that is well stored for another time and place.

Therefore, as we watch the final scene the rear of the sleigh in magnificent redness glides ever further into the distance of the black night sky and we wave a last farewell knowing that on the end of the coming year he will return. I know that as a Storyteller you believe my tale, so it is that I hope all who shall come across this parchment will also have the courage to believe.

In the eyes of a child are seen the future of hope. In the mind of a child is the ability to dream of new horizons. In the heart of a child is the love of peace. Through our footsteps, you are hand in hand on an inner journey to the understanding of your salvation.

Let me suggest for the coming year that perhaps we should all harken to the child in us. Return perhaps just a little to the days of yester-year and recall the fond memories of times gone by. Think to the future with a rye smile, gasp of mirth and tear of joy as we believe something that can bring so much joy and happiness to the world must indeed be as I said true. As the little one said, "just a few days gone Christmas Father came and brought me presents" and with that simple belief I leave you to your imaginations, until another time…

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