I met Santa this year.
He told me about his heart condition. I did not tell him much but I suppose he knew eveything about me aleady. He neve gave me goal even when I could have swore that is all I would recieve, even on the year my family tried to cancelled christmas.
I was suprised to see goats and chickens at the North Pole. I discovered Santa peferred the South and warm weather just as much as I did. He must have been keeping tabs on me because he even bought donkeys for this occasion. Dominque the Donkey was always my favorite Christmas song. I would kick my legs in the air as the hee haw part happened everytime. Who knew I was preparing myself for future yoga positions.
Well Santa seemed like he went through a lot. He must have seen a lot in his lifetime to have such a heart condition. He told me how his heart miraculously got bette without medicine or surgery. Just helping others and enjoying his cookies from time to time he slowly stopped worying about his life and became richer with the fruits of the world.
He actually gave me the eebie jeebies when he told me that my brown puppy eyes could make my father or anyone say yes to anything I wanted. I did not think my eyes were that persuasive although my eyes showed more of the intention of my wants and desires and fears more than my words.
When he asked me to take a picture with him he disclosed what list I was on. It was always on the good list because I was always trying to be good and that is a helluva better than just being good because then I actually do something than sit on my ass and watch the days go by till I get presents. He seemed to know I went through some crazy shit on my journey to the North Pole. I did not even plan to see him this year. I never planned to have a conversation with him let alone god or a higher power but I never planned anything so it does not suprise me that I stumble upon some spritual encounter yet again.
He told me God loved me and that I am here for a reason. Gosh that seems to be an ongoing statement. I was told my guardian Angel is a badass since I stand in cosnervative yet sassy attire sharing my substance abuse stories with fellow travelers at a detox center right before christmas. I sort of had a suspicious feeling that Santa was a lush just like me.
"you can't hide your lying eyes" is what I kept thinking when Santa spoke some truth into my soul. Even if I was acting happy you could notice the water filling inside. Well at some point I had a better fucking poker face but I took off the Lady Gaga attire as of late. But even an alien from another planet commented on my eyes. Shockingly he noticed more about me than I did myself. As I shared some discreet situations I put myself into the alien noticed how my face lit up like candle. Troublesome sort of light since I was explaining some darkness. I enjoyed the dark dances and do not know how to explain myself without being optimistically pessimistic. I did not know it was a bad thing or if it is a good thing. I do know that if I tell Santa or any of the elves my adventures with a frompy girl act then they won't be enticed to believe in my light to shine. Then again it scares me because I do not know if I will ever let go of the dark because that is how I felt the connection for an attention whore like me. I think the alien just started to see the lying eyes too and realizes how much I did to get some love and found it in all the wrong places.
Maybe it is a good thing I met Santa in the South. The North Pole is too cold for me nowadays. I need some warm smiles not a cold shoulder. I think I have met my match
He told me about his heart condition. I did not tell him much but I suppose he knew eveything about me aleady. He neve gave me goal even when I could have swore that is all I would recieve, even on the year my family tried to cancelled christmas.
I was suprised to see goats and chickens at the North Pole. I discovered Santa peferred the South and warm weather just as much as I did. He must have been keeping tabs on me because he even bought donkeys for this occasion. Dominque the Donkey was always my favorite Christmas song. I would kick my legs in the air as the hee haw part happened everytime. Who knew I was preparing myself for future yoga positions.
Well Santa seemed like he went through a lot. He must have seen a lot in his lifetime to have such a heart condition. He told me how his heart miraculously got bette without medicine or surgery. Just helping others and enjoying his cookies from time to time he slowly stopped worying about his life and became richer with the fruits of the world.
He actually gave me the eebie jeebies when he told me that my brown puppy eyes could make my father or anyone say yes to anything I wanted. I did not think my eyes were that persuasive although my eyes showed more of the intention of my wants and desires and fears more than my words.
When he asked me to take a picture with him he disclosed what list I was on. It was always on the good list because I was always trying to be good and that is a helluva better than just being good because then I actually do something than sit on my ass and watch the days go by till I get presents. He seemed to know I went through some crazy shit on my journey to the North Pole. I did not even plan to see him this year. I never planned to have a conversation with him let alone god or a higher power but I never planned anything so it does not suprise me that I stumble upon some spritual encounter yet again.
He told me God loved me and that I am here for a reason. Gosh that seems to be an ongoing statement. I was told my guardian Angel is a badass since I stand in cosnervative yet sassy attire sharing my substance abuse stories with fellow travelers at a detox center right before christmas. I sort of had a suspicious feeling that Santa was a lush just like me.
"you can't hide your lying eyes" is what I kept thinking when Santa spoke some truth into my soul. Even if I was acting happy you could notice the water filling inside. Well at some point I had a better fucking poker face but I took off the Lady Gaga attire as of late. But even an alien from another planet commented on my eyes. Shockingly he noticed more about me than I did myself. As I shared some discreet situations I put myself into the alien noticed how my face lit up like candle. Troublesome sort of light since I was explaining some darkness. I enjoyed the dark dances and do not know how to explain myself without being optimistically pessimistic. I did not know it was a bad thing or if it is a good thing. I do know that if I tell Santa or any of the elves my adventures with a frompy girl act then they won't be enticed to believe in my light to shine. Then again it scares me because I do not know if I will ever let go of the dark because that is how I felt the connection for an attention whore like me. I think the alien just started to see the lying eyes too and realizes how much I did to get some love and found it in all the wrong places.
Maybe it is a good thing I met Santa in the South. The North Pole is too cold for me nowadays. I need some warm smiles not a cold shoulder. I think I have met my match
