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Letter from  a  internet commentator on another web site, what? Goliath like it and post here:

Santa Trauma of the worst kind

When I was little some local shopping mall came up with a stunt to have Santa parachute into the mall parking lot and hand out toys.

Except Santa got blown off course by a stiff offshore breeze and ended up in the choppy freezing grey Pacific Ocean.

What a scene it was at the beach that day -- hundreds of little kids screaming and crying, believing Santa was going to drown and there would never be any more Christmas ever.

Luckily the Coast Guard was able to rescue Santa, but he wasn't very fat or jolly wrapped in a blanket and shivering with cold.

So Santa can never die. Whew! Load off my mind.

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How about getting off of these antibiotics
How about stopping eating when I'm filled up
How about them transparent dangling carrots
How about that ever elusive kudo

Thank you India
Thank you terror
Thank you disillusionment
Thank you frailty
Thank you consequence
Thank you thank you silence

How about me not blaming you for everything
How about me enjoying the moment for once
How about how good it feels to finally forgive you
How about grieving it all one at a time

Thank you India
Thank you terror
Thank you disillusionment
Thank you frailty
Thank you consequence
Thank you thank you silence

The moment I let go of it was
The moment I got more than I could handle
The moment I jumped off of it was
The moment I touched down

How about no longer being masochistic
How about remembering your divinity
How about unabashedly bawling your eyes out
How about not equating death with stopping

Thank you India
Thank you providence
Thank you disillusionment
Thank you nothingness
Thank you clarity
Thank you thank you silence

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