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Believing Is Seeing

🎄 In this episode, Believing Is Seeing . . .

It's December, we bustle, we wrap, and we dash.
We sort life into boxes—myths here, to-dos in a stash.
We whisper of Santa (adult code: “Not Real”),
but hold on one minute—let’s rethink this whole deal.

For the stories we cherish, the movies we stream,
hold more truth in their sparkle than we grown-ups may deem.
So hop in this sleigh and hold on real tight—
We’re chasing down Santa by the glow of his light!

Scott Calvin once landed in the North Pole’s cold air,
with elves, cocoa, and snow everywhere.

He squinted and frowned—“This just cannot be so!”
(Like thinking tangled lights will detangle if we blow.)
Then Judy the Elf gave a cocoa so steaming, and said something simple . . . yet surprisingly gleaming:

Seeing’s not believing—no, that’s not the key.
"Believing is seeing!" Just trust, and you’ll see!”

Kids don’t need a map or a satellite screen
to know Santa’s workshop is here, look around, believe!

They see magic in giving, in warm winter nights,
In laughter, in kindness, in twinkling lights.

Old Kris of ’47 stood steady and bright,
helping parents find toys—Macy’s? Nope, Gimbal's, right!

He spoke Dutch to a child, spread goodwill galore,
they called him “delusional” (Oh, adults . . . what a bore).

But Kris wasn’t shaken, not even a tad.
He believed people’s hearts could outshine all that’s bad.
He proved with each gesture—each generous start—
that Santa’s alive in the good of a heart.

Then came the Chronicles, modern and bold,
with kids who hopped in Santa’s sleigh (ignore the North Pole cold).
No permission slips, no helmets, no travel advisories—
Just pure Christmas spirit (and slight elf impro–visories).

For belief isn’t quiet—no, belief likes to play!
It leaps into joy, pulls doubt out of the way.
It gives time, gives forgiveness, gives laughter on cue—
And that, my dear friends, is what Santa will do.

So how could one say Santa’s “Not Real”?
When he’s there in the kindness when we give, and we feel?
He’s the spark in a child, in a stranger’s good deed,
In the choosing of love when that’s hardest to heed.

For as long as we give without counting the cost,
And believe in each other when hope might feel lost—
Santa lives on, in each heart, big or small.
He’s not myth. He’s not fiction. He’s the best truth of all.

“Believing is seeing”—so look sharp this year.
Who knows? Santa Claus might be closer than near.

I’m Patrick Ball—stay curious, stay bright,
and leave cookies and milk on this magical night. 🎄

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Patrick B. Ball said…
Don't forget to listen to the audio–click the link in the title of the blog post! (In this episode) Or you can subscribe to the On the Fly podcast on Spotify or Apple Podcasts. Just search for On the Fly by Patrick Ball.
December 10, 2025 at 5:17 AM
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