I remember as a kid I always got Santa Claus and God confused. They kind of looked the same you know. God supposedly sat on a cloud with a white beard blowing with the winds of heaven. He was dressed in a one shoulder robe, didn’t notice any chest hairs. I suppose they were white as well. He looked pissed off because a bunch of cherubs were floating around him. I guess that particular version of God didn’t like sweet little cherubs. The look, it was one of those “get the hell away from me” looks. You know the kind. The one your old man always gave you when you kept asking him how much farther to St. Louis.
As for Santa Claus he acted more like some kind of God I could dig. He had beautiful snow white hair and he smiled from ear to ear. The best thing about him is that he wanted everyone to have a toy or some kind of present under the Christmas tree. He only asked for cookies and milk or something that looked like cookies and milk. One year I left him a can of condensed milk. It must have worked because the can was gone in the morning. Funny thing that, mom had a can just like it in the kitchen cabinet, looked like the one I snuck out. Back to Santa, he was a happy guy and never really got pissed off at anyone, naughty or nice.
We really don’t need some ruthless bastard running the universe, a Donald Trump pouting his lips and blowing the winds of war throughout the world. We need a soft spoken social worker or maybe a kind nurse who loves the bipolar, the Down syndrome kids, and the thieves of this world. They need love. We need love, all of us, not just Christians…but all of us.