This is dedicated to the conservatives who wanted to put the CHRIST back into Christmas as well as to those whod lost some very close, on this Christmas Day. My Christmas gift to you. It took a lot of last second editing, so excuse me if looks crude . MY PAGAN CHRISTMAS CAROL By Hylandrdet It was two days before Christmas, I along with my daughter, were on our way to the Mall. She was beaming; her eyes and mouth wide opened, with every other word being, daddy look!. Ill say the usual, Wow, yeah! while I continued driving. Wed finally arrived at the Mall; the scene was that of an well disciplined riot. Bumping, pushing and shoving; if I had a stick and a puck, it would had been all too obvious. What the hell am I doing here? Id said to myself. Oh yes! Your manipulative daughter wanted to see Santa Claus, the Pagan God of Christmas. So wed stopped at the end of the malls left wing section, when my daughter pointed at a sign which read Santa, twenty feet away. My daughter screams, Were almost there!. Hold on, well take our time getting there, I told her. Youre waiting because you dont believe in Santa Claus., she said back. Trying to be logical about this, I told her, Do you really believe a man slides down a chimney and decorates your house full of gifts?. She said yes, so Id answered back, Do daddy a favor. If you should see Santa coming down our chimney, let me know, so that I can call his BLUE elves to help him finish his job and escort him out of the front door. While his blue elves arrives, Ill go get my baseball bat so that I can offer it to him as a gift. I try to be sensitive to my daughter at this time of year; its been eight years since shed lost her mother. If believing in Santa Claus is part of her healing process, then I have no choice but to grin an bear it. Well here we were, ten feet away from Santa , when my Ghost of Christmas Past approached me; her name was Charlene. James, is that you?, she yelled out; You know it! Id told her as we hugged. How long has it been?, she asked. Forever I answered, Wow, you look wonderful. Thanks, so do you she responds. Look, I dont have time, Im buying presents for my son. Want to exchange numbers?. Wed exchanged numbers and were saying our good byes when my nosey, yet lovely daughter asked, Where did you two meet?. She answered back, He came to my high school Christmas Party. Your daddy and I hit it off, laughing and pulling pranks the whole night.. My daughter then asked ,Sound like you two were in love. At this point, I was looking for a place to hide, when Charlene said, No, we were very good friends, Im sure your mother would understand. Thats when Id intervened and whispered in Charlenes ear that her mother was dead. Guilt ridden, Charlene quickly said, Im sorry, I didnt know she was no longer among us . My daughter said, Thats OK. Mommy watches over us now. I chuckled and said, Shes our guardian angel. I can see and admire that Charlene said. See you later James. As she walked away, she quickly turned and gave me a glance; my daughter caught it then whispered, She still likes you dad.. Hush, child, I told her as I played with her for a second before moving on.