Is there a Santa? Does he drink Coca-Cola?

Tis the night before Christmas and we are surrounded by images that kindle deep feelings, but of what? We barely know, the reaction to the image happens so quickly. As angels don’t need wings, the images that represent the vast majesty and mystery of the Winter Solstice; the emergence of something completely new, the birth of the Christ, not some mythic image in the sky, rather our highest capacities, embodied and touching others, are often hidden by the surface icon. So often we react mechanically to the image and miss this spirit that animates.