Gifts

The gift of people is a never ending fountain of wonder.

I look at the world day after day, but one day I look at it through the eyes of a five year old and suddenly there are miracles everywhere.

The mundane ceases to exist.

The world is sweeter, sillier, more dangerous and darling.

I am set free of the confines of sixty four years and once more the child I maybe never was.

Each person is different, even if they came wrapped up with bows on their heads it could be no more obvious.

I look into the eyes before me and Santa Claus smiles back.