The miracle of having a shield of David around me, arrows flying like bullets onto my suit of armor, crashing to the ground and not having an effect, not breathing heavy, no pains in the chest, a war that was fought and won, but was won before it was fought.
An extension of kindness towards someone who hates me, a gift of truth and honesty, not getting wet in a thunderstorm, protected by walls of thick red brick, with a doorway that has a bolt as a lock, and a siren as a doorbell, warriors who cannot get in, fighters who cannot fight, an end to the hatred.
Coming out clean after dowsed with muddy words, truth and kindness where there is hatred and jealousy, celebrating a reality not a delusional myth that deviated and exploited the truth of the Torah. Snuffing it out with laughter.
No confusion, not on the bottom, not getting bombarded with falsifications, living in righteousness instead of lies, knowing a Santa Claus does not exist and that Jesus was not the Messiah.
Knowing the truth about a lie that was thrown like sand into our eyes, keeping out the sandman, not following a crowd, not participating in damnation, Xmas Eve, a night that is not a holy night, a night like any other, a night when I will sleep peacefully knowing and practicing the truth, The Torah, and coming out ahead.
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