The woman stood on her back deck and stared at the black night sky. The stars were bright and in their places. Wood smoke from neighboring houses hit her nostrils. The March air was cold but winter had lost it’s hold.
Still, she thought perhaps she should have put on a coat.
The dream had awakened her. Had left her unsettled. The glass of milk hadn’t done it’s trick. Nor, the three Oreos she had eaten in the kitchen by the light of the refrigerator.
The blackness of the sky and the brightness of the stars met her dreams on the back deck.
She stared up into the darkness and witnessed a shooting star. She didn’t make a wish. Weeks of solitude amidst a global pandemic had worn her down. If her spirit had ever glowed brightly………………….it now looked like the ebbing power of a dying flashlight.
That’s when the shooting star took aim. The glow that was so far away got brighter and brighter. The brightness that landed in her back yard made her shield her eyes.
A sleigh and eight reindeer took up her whole back yard. A man dressed in red trimmed with fur stepped down from the sleigh. He asked permission to come up onto her deck.
The woman granted permission. She had no fear of Santa. She liked reindeer just fine. But, she had to ask.
“Is this part of my dream?” she asked as she still tasted the Oreos and milk in her mouth.
“Yes, it is. It’s not the most important part……………………but, the part that you will remember. The part that will make you remember the rest.” Santa said as he sat on a chair covered with leftover leaves from autumn.
“Can I invite you in?” asked the woman.
“No, you need the cold. I can’t have you falling asleep on me right now. If you were wearing a coat………….I’d ask you to take it off.” he replied.
“You straighten the blankets on your bed. And, you get in. You fluff your pillows just the way you like them. You try to forget today’s news. You say your prayers and you wish for better news tomorrow. But, you know, it’s not going to end tomorrow. That the world is in trouble. That staying in your house is the only thing you can do to help. You’ve always washed your hands so I won’t go on at you about that.” said Santa.
“But, you dreamed. You dreamed a crystal clear dream. There was some solace in that dream but it troubled you. That’s why you drink milk when you don’t really like it. That’s why you eat cookies at four a.m. even though you’re not hungry.” he continued.
“Tell me about the dream………….now, while you still remember it.” Santa said earnestly.
“I was young and strong and full of hope. I walked around a very large fancy hotel lobby. It was full of people. People my age………..older folks and lots of little kids running around. It was a family reunion that had gotten out of control. I had only reserved seven rooms but there were hundreds of people…………..and, they all knew me.” the woman started.
“They thanked me for the wonderful dinner…………..and, I told them, oh, thank my brother. He is the one that arranged all that. I gave a key to my cousin and told her to use that room since she had her daughter with her. I told her that my husband, myself and my son could bunk in one room.” she continued.
“Out on the lawn there were more people. They were playing family reunion games. Softball. Potato sack races. And, then an announcement was made. They all came running. My grandparents who have been dead for eons were there. My aunties and uncles that have passed away. They mingled with people that I know for a fact are still alive. It was very confusing. They all cheered when they heard a cousin’s test had come back negative. Then, they all went back to playing and having fun.” the woman confided to Santa.
“What else did you see in your dream?” asked Santa. “And, don’t be worried about seeing the dead playing with the living.”
“I saw angels………lots of angels…………their wings looked like rainbows. They weren’t worried. They were happy to sit on the hillside and watch everything that was going on.” the woman replied.
“Your belief in me has brought me into this dream. Slow your thinking down……..I know you’re scared………….what do you think it all means?” asked Santa.
‘I have no idea! My family…………….those that are dead…………..and those that are alive all together! My favorite auntie that I lost years ago. Blowing up an air mattress in the middle of a fancy hotel lobby. She saw me. She smiled but she didn’t try to talk to me. I have no clue!” the woman shouted too loudly on her deck in the middle of the night.
Santa put his hands up in front of his face like he was going to whisper a prayer. He rubbed his hands together. He separated his hands………..left …..and right.
“The living!” he said as he waved his right hand. “Those that are gone.” he said as he waved his left.
He placed his hands together.
“Together! You are still one tribe! ” he exclaimed.
“You have your own idea of what heaven is like. Your faith is strong. But, I’m here to tell you that those that are gone have never left you. They are inches away. They do their own thing but when needed? They all gather. They hold you up. The old that have passed and the ones that haven’t been born yet. They are all tied to you. And, each of you? An angel stands by your side.” Santa explained.
“So, a shooting star…………….and, a sleigh and eight reindeer have gotten your attention. Will make you remember the rest of it.” he expounded.
“I’m here because you believe in me. I’m here to ask you to remember. I’m here to tell you to write about it. No matter how confusing the message. No matter who believes in Santa and who doesn’t. Readers believe in you.” he exclaimed.
“You take a few days to think about it and then you start typing. You make sense of it. Because, people need to hear it. They are not alone. The ones they need……. are a whisper away. The angels are there too They are real.” Santa said as he stood to go.
“You believe in me.”said Santa.
“I believe in you.”he continued.
“Now, write it.”