Is it Mother Christmas? It was Mother Christmas in various stories.

Anyway, I have to go and play tennis and check out a squash court. But, everyone hopes that their mother will give them exactly what they want for Christmas such as the big wheels or the Green machine toy. So, what is it that you want?  You can have control over your train set and your remote uh control barbie cars.  There is no doubt. When you get older, you might believe that you should have the special collector's set sold only in Germany or somewhere around there with the funny logo that you don't really understand. It's in a different language and originates from a culture much older than yours. What constitutes your culture is the surficial experience of choice and more choice with reasonable prices and quality. It also constitutes sides, winning, losing and games. It is a paradigm and its success is its guttural simplicity but what if you attempt to choose something over which you have no ultimate control where you end up with little choice. The choice is light and dark or death and life. You might win  in the end and your pain is anesthetized. But, the ego is the only looser in the absolute end.   It is the only enemy in the end. Many lives are saved as you ask  how to say that in Cuban or Puerto Rican and its hard to see since you argue that everybody loves chocolate and should want it when they want it. Who would argue.  There is nothing wrong with chocolate lovers societies?

With respect to control, you can grow up to have control over your own house and affairs and you can tell your children to stand their ground. In telling your children to stand their ground, you have resigned your role of influence to nothing more than monitoring the testimony of the assailant. But, you want to have influence some where if not outside of the home since you relegated your influence to the self-justification of personal emotions. Abraham Lincoln said something about bad laws a long, long time ago.    Your wife might let you have your way in the house or she may decide to relegate your influence and your official duties. But, there is no doubt she has chosen you to oversee the continual success as a great Deacon in the church and there is an award and yearly celebration for being the 43rd or 42nd such deacon. The last one was white(but you don't say white; you just say Deacon) and people used to throw eggs at his Kia (George W. Bush's limousine was egged anytime it was seen in public)when he drove into church because he argued that pre-emptive strikes on angry Seventh Day Adventists seeking a superior authority was appropriate but the members of the church disagreed. They said such pre-emptive strikes was anathema to their culture.

The point is that  a Hanso Sword fight( or fighting with blow torches)  is not a basketball game but it might feel like it for a brief while. Ultimately, everybody gets a really bad burn and it might be soo easy to celebrate your home grown American culture of games, praying for wins, burgers, chicken and hotdogs and idolized lusty women who demand attention.   Anyway, I am marrying my High School girlfriend next week; so I am told.  She is a farmer's daughter and the bible study aficionado.