Tonight little children will anxiously await the arrival of Santa Claus. He will supposedly arrive in his gleaming red sleigh pulled by eight reindeer. He will get the credit for all good things that happen between tonight and tomorrow morning. I too, will anxiously await the arrival of a Sleigh. I will wake up early tomorrow with great anticipation that L. Sleigh has remembered that she gave birth to a baby girl named Infant Sleigh and will be sitting in my living room.
I pray the kids will get exactly what they are asking for and won't suffer the same disappointment I've felt every Christmas in the past. I'm watching the movie Holiday Affair where little Timmy thinks the Red Rocket Express train his mother bought for the store where she works is for him. In reality, the mother bought her son a sensible suit. Imagine his disappointment when he opens his gift. That is the kind of letdown that takes your breath away. It's a deep heartfelt sense of loss.
L. Sleigh is probably suffering too and I pray for her healing over the loss of a child. I wonder if she sits by the Christmas tree waiting for Santa Claus to drop me off.