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LET’S HOLD ONTO HOPE…

AN APROPOS CHRISTMAS SONG FOR 2021

(A Parody of the song “Santa Baby” by Philip Springer—apologies Mr. Springer)

SANTA BABY

Santa baby, just slip some SANENESS under the tree for me

I’ve been a crazy nut-job, I fear

So Santa bring me CALMNESS tonight

Santa baby, some PEACE ON EARTH I’d really love too, so true

I want to really make my point clear

Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney My Dear

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Look at all the crazy shits

Tryin’ to get on your Xmas list

This year you should be aware

That they have caused Earth one giant-ass scare

Santa baby, I want some HOPE and really that’s not a lot

For me to ask of you this year

Santa baby, so calm my heart with Christmas cheer

Santa honey, one little thing I really do need

The hope: That TRUE LOVE really surely prevails

Santa baby, so hurry down and hug me tonight

Santa cutie, fill my stocking with WHITE RESPECT, for Black lives

All GUNS DESTROYED is what I ask for

Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight

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Come and trim my Christmas tree

With some UNITY for masks and shots for free

I really do believe in you

Let’s see if you believe in me

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Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing

MORE LOVE, for mankind who is suffering

Santa baby, bring my Xmas wishes tonight…

Just hurry down the chimney tonight

HURRY—TONIGHT!

ELEANOR’S SELAH ABOUT THE HOPE OF CHRISTMAS

There hasn’t been a time since the evolution of mankind where Earth hasn’t been a scary place to dwell. There has never been a time in Earth’s history when there wasn’t poverty, wars and rumors of wars, intolerance, crooked leaders, slavery, murder, rape, genocide, plagues, disease, premature deaths, refugees, racism, monumental floods, ravaging fires, drought, hurricanes, tornadoes, and tsunamis—somewhere on the globe.

And yet, we are supposed to believe that a baby born in a manger thousands of years ago was/is the hope against all that mayhem. The reason to live.  The courage to keep going.  It’s almost impossible, and yet, I believe…

There was a time when my life was completely hopeless due to poverty, racism, and abuse—so much so, that I wished every day I had never been born.  But somewhere on my journey, the birth of a baby born in a manger gave me hope and vision that saved me from myself and the people who tried to misname me.  I was not the loveless prodigy of their concerted evil.  I was (and still am) the Eleanor who was not a mistake.  The Eleanor who was born to be a warrior, an overcomer, a leader, and a balm of grace through my talents—an addition to the Earth, not a subtraction.

I don’t believe in Santa Claus, but I do believe in the Christmas hope of yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

HAVE A HOPEFUL, JOY-FILLED CHRISTMAS, MY FELLOW SEEKERS.

Eleanor Tomczyk is an author and a satirist who is an award-winning voice-over performer.  In 2011, she created the blog, “How the Hell Did I End Up Here” which features mostly satirical posts that have thousands of readers around the world—although she was recently banned in Pakistan (for real!).  Tomczyk’s three books were featured in a recent book festival: “Monsters’ Throwdown,” “Fleeing Oz,” and “The Fetus Chronicles—Podcasts to my Miseducated Self.”  Currently in her 70s and living life like it is freakin’ golden, she is a consummate storyteller and much sought-after motivational speaker.  If you don’t believe me, just ask her!

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Posted by on December 17, 2021 in Uncategorized

 

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Waiting for Santa

Well, my loyal and wonderful readers, I’m taking a break for two weeks to spend time with my delicious family.  They are pouring in from all parts by trains, planes, and automobiles.  The tree is up, the stockings have been hung with care, and I have enough food to feed an army.

Besides being the chief cook and chubby-cheek kisser of all peeps from three – eighty-three, I am on guard Christmas Eve as the Santa lookout.  The Sucker never, ever showed up to my house in The Cleve when I was a child, sending a strong signal that I was perennially on his “naughty” list.   (I’m inclined to believe the dude doesn’t exist.)  I have several years of “memory photos” of the rats eating Santa’s cookies when I hid in a closet with the door cracked to catch him in the act of consuming his midnight snack.

 

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So now that I’m an adult who realizes one has to have a family to “eat the Santa cookies” in order to keep up the ruse, I’ll be standing guard Christmas Eve just in case while WW puts together a thousand piece train set for our grandson.  To help keep myself awake I’ll think about how, if I were a god who wanted to express his divine love to a gnarly bunch of ragamuffins who were constantly acting the fool against each other and the Earth, what better method could that god have used than to sneak in under cover as a baby and hang out in our midst for a few years to show us how to treat each other.

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To some it is hard to believe, but I actually think it’s pretty clever—hidden in plain sight.   And so with all the hope, love, peace and joy that Christmas offers from God incognito in a manger, Merry Christmas to you and yours from me and mine.

See you on January 5th!

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Posted by on December 19, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

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