Should someone ask of me the things that I love about Christmas, the list would be extremely long. But some of my favorite aspects of Christmas are the memories of the expectation of the jolly round man in a red suit, slipping down our chimney as I slept. All of his reindeer waiting patiently on our roof as Santa, carrying his magic bag of toys that never ran out, descend down our chimney The months and the weeks I had waited until this night seemed forever. Our Christmas tree standing in one corner decorated with many handmade ornaments, strung popcorn and grandmothers angel adoring the very top of the tree. Our fire place mantel with three stockings in a row for my sister and brother and I ready to be filled with the precious gifts we all had dreamed about for months. Till this day, after walking Mother Earth for so many years, I still have this same feeling deep in my heart for Christmas. You see my friend, I have never let the excitement or the magic of Christmas escape me. Many call me a foolish old man or childish, but that's OK with me. Santa no longer visits me personally due to my age, but I still see him everywhere this time of year. He dwells within the twinkling of a child's eyes. He lives in a child's smile. He lives in the laughter of a small baby. He lives in that warm feeling I still get at Christmas time.
Once there was two friends, Pete and Little Wolf that lived on the reservation. Both were talking and thinking about Santa Claus. Little Wolf said he had tried to be good and wanted a BB gun for Christmas. He had found out that if he turned down the pages in the Sears & Roebuck catalog in the outhouse, some how Santa knew what he wanted. Christmas morning finally came rolling around and there was a shiny new bike just like Pete had wanted. Also, there was some fruit and a brand new BB gun. Pete could not wait to show Little Wolf what Santa had brought the night before. When he arrived at Little Wolfs house Little Wolf said, "Pete, Santa Claus didn't come. I guess I was too bad, or he ran out of toys." Pete could see the tears and hurt in Little Wolfs eyes and hear the disappointment in Little Wolfs voice. Without thinking twice about it Pete said, "Little Wolf, Santa did come. He thought you were spending the night with me, and he left your BB gun, I was bringing to you." Little Wolf hugged Pete and was smiling from ear to ear. At nine years old, at that very moment, Pete learned there really is a Santa Claus even though he was worried at what his parents might say. But, after telling them both his story of Little Wolf and the BB gun this turned out to be the greatest gift that Pete could have ever given them for Christmas. The gift of love for another. This is the season of love, so go out and love my friend and let love in.- Merry Christmas.