what i learned from santa

okay, so i moved (for the 5th time in 6 years-or 7 if you include half moving in and out of the same apt for study abroad). you might think that having so much practice i would have things down to a science by now, but i most definitely don't. it's always upsetting to me to move, mainly because i love trinkets and have felt increasingly sorry for whomever has to move them up and down stairs for me. and so, they make their way back to the thrift store.

one such friend who didn't make it back, but is instead shipping off to the great landfill in the sky is the dreaded santa pinata. everyone with whom i have lived has hated this piece. in fact, everyone who has seen him has hated him save one or two. there was just something about his shiny eyes, fat body, and tiny arms that i just couldn't let go of until today.

to me, this santa is a bastion of resiliency. he has accepted whatever may befall him each step of the way. i saved him from the dumpter at the hope house thrift shop when i worked there. since then he has hung from ceilings, hidden in closets, and today jumped inside a can. and he's still smiling, with (presumably) mite-infested beard, and shining eyes (from metallic paint, not tears).

one day, i too would like to meet life's transition with such positivity. i've really been a baby about this whole "transitioning from an insanely busy schedule to a totally chill schedule" thing, and the "i can't find a dang thing when i need it" thing. in times of stress like this, i find it opportune to reassess my life and where it's going, which is the complete wrong idea every time.

all this to say, "santa, i love and admire you. i hope that i too will one day be as good a sport about life as you. farewell, and godspeed."