The Simple Things

So, it's been a busy day today, running around, and now I have to drive out to Powhatan to pick up the Kitty Princess since the boyfriend doesn't want to drive her home.  Ugh.  An hour drive each way that I'm not looking foward to.  Until now, we'd been enjoying a quiet evening at home.  Candle burning, watching some television, and yes, a cup of Russian tea for me.  All that was missing was snow.

Tonight The Santa Clause was on.  The one with Tim Allen.  I love that movie.  Always have.  The first one was definitely the best one, but the second one is the one that made me think.

If you haven't by some chance seen it, I won't spoil it for you, but I will tell you this.  If I was ever in a situation where I was presented with Santa, I so wouldn't be a hard sell.  The conversation would go something like this.

"I'm Santa."

"Really?  I mean REALLY?"

"Yup."

"AWESOME!"

End of story.  Maybe thats part of the reason so many people think I'm crazy, but I have a very simple take on things.  Life should be simple shouldn't it?  When did everything become so complicated anyway?  Marriage, mortgages, utility bills, orthodontist visits, cheerleading dues, cars and insurance, college, the list goes on and on.  But why does it have to be so difficult?  Is it so hard to accept that life is truly what you make it?  Sure things are going to happen that don't fit in with our master plan.  We'll have heartache and pain, loss and sadness, but at the end of the day?  There is only so much WE can do to change our lives.  We can be positive, upbeat, make the most out of the situations we're presented with.  Move up, move on.

Ugh, I know it sounds simplistic, but why can't it be?  Why do we lose that beautiful spirit of innocence.  I'm not suggesting we all believe in Santa or the Tooth Fairy and Easter Bunny, but it seems like if we tried harder, if we didn't worry so much, or question so many things in our lives that maybe we could slowly go back to where our lives were simpler.  Where magic could take the form of a something as simple as a sunset or the touch of a child's fingertips on our own.  A place where the most important things in our lives are not the balance in our checkbooks or the square footage of our homes or the brand name on the inside of our clothing.

But that's just me, thinking again.  I'd like to think it's possible.  I'd like to think it's probable even.  What do YOU think?