this was the next the last monologue that ended our A Dolt’s Only Xma$ Pageant, in Fullerton last month (December, 2012).

Dear Santa,


The entire country seems devastated by the horror that happened in Newtown Connecticut nine days ago. And it seems most people are reacting in one of two ways: immense grief and this feeling of being overwhelmed by the nightmare; or anger: more guns. Less guns. Fingers are being pointed. And, like every debate in this country, we grow even more polarized.


But between the grief and the anger, is it possible that we can take something else from this? A lesson? One that has nothing to do with politics or propaganda. But about community, of coming together? To realize that we are all fellow passengers on this train heading…somewhere. And to open our minds and our hearts to the prospect that we either stand together or fall alone? And that things do matter? That life does matter? And all the petty details we get so hung up on—that asshole cutting us off in traffic, making fun of that weirdo in the back of the room no one talks to, that annoying homeless dude in front of the liquor store asking for change—are all manifestations of putting walls up, of detaching from our fellow humans, of denying our shared humanity?


So this Christmas, we’re asking for a gift  that isn’t material. You can’t hold it or look at it. But you can feel it. And you can implement it.  The gift of kindness. The gift of empathy. The gift of awareness. Because there is a choice, one that even an event of such shocking senselessness can remind us:  that we can either choose to see that we all interconnected, or that we are, every one of us, alone.


It’s a simple request, Santa. But all too often, it seems the hardest thing for people to do. To give a damn about other people. It takes work. The work of being human. But it is the most important work any of us can hope to accomplish. For without working at being better people to others and to ourselves, we continue the spiral that drives us further apart, an alienating vicious spiral in which all we have to cling to is our fear and our anger.


That is our wish this Christmas, Santa. To show us all that every life is precious and sacred. That things matter. That people matter. That none of us have to live, or die, in vain.


Sincerely yours,


The 26 victims of the Newtown Massacre, and anyone else whose lives will forever be affected.