Santa Clause gave my 3 year old granddaughter a ucalaly.
She immediately composed some lyrics.
"Silent Night holy troll song."
This made sense to her.
She played her instrument, sang (as loud as she could)
Her passion for the troll movie,
Combined the reverence of a hymn,
Then offered us the delight of witnessing her joy.
We all laughed, clapped for more.
Such a happy moment.
I see the simple truth in this:
But there's a larger truth.
Granddaughter had faith in the
BIG truth contained in the
jumble of stories she'd heard.
Transformed a gift into a larger one
Then shared it.
I'm trying to be more like her.
(For Poets United.)