Santa Claus
North Pole (what’s left of it)
Earth (what’s left of it)
December 2021
Dear Santa:
Rather than ask you for things this year, I need answers. How about it?
Best guess is that you are about 1700 years old. Please tell me you know more than I do about everything.
The semester is nearly over and as are the relationships with students I have been working with for months. That always makes me sad. Although I am grateful for a moment of review before I launch into next semester and I look forward to the holidays I’m saddish. Did I do well enough? Does that matter?
I am tired and ruminative about life and family ties. I worry about friends. Are they safe? Are they happy? I wonder where I am in my life. Have I have used my time well? Can I put what’s left to better and better use? Have I been honest with myself about myself and about how decent a human being I am and, as always, what is THE MEANING OF LIFE?
I have been trashed by some kind of flu that has made it impossible for me to be as active as I wish and I am not sleeping well so I am obsessing on the unanswerable concerns of existence.
It’s 4 A.M. You must be up. So Santa, please reply to the following concerns.
How in the hell does dog hair migrate into my refrigerator and up onto my kitchen counters? My dogs don’t cruise the countertops or hang out in my crispers.
Why does the cat throw-up onto things that have to be cleaned instantly?
Am I fat? I feel fat.
Why do I look like a Crabapple doll? My skin seems to be dripping off my face.
Bangs, no bangs, to hide my three stooges forehead?
Why do my little toes look like I stole them from a rhinoceros?
Why did my bamboo plant die? What did I do wrong? Did I alienate it by confining it to the bathroom? Was it mad at me?
Will my fern (Fred) follow it to the final plant destination because he and bamboo girl both sense(d) that I love(d) them less than my pets?
Am I really too lazy do a full on house clean myself? Am I too poor to get Maids Inc. to do it? Is paying someone to clean up after me a moral failing? (I’m considering just living in squalor and avoiding this conundrum altogether. Let the body squad sort it out when my time comes.)
Do I smell? Does it matter? I haven’t had a bath for days. I’ve been sick.
And finally which of the three monkeys (see no, hear no, speak no) do I most resemble?
Sincerely,
Obsessed with the big questions - Planet Earth (why are there so many other people here?) - In my head (as always) - Kim
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