Where is Santa Claus? I wish there was someone to make it all better. To live out my dreams, and supply the fantastical experiences. I'm sorry that there is no Spirit of Christmas Future to show you the correctness of what is. Instead we are doomed to a mystery of what could be, what might be true if we dare to dream. Most of us live in the lies of what dim reality exists before us. We depress into the present and realize the scarcity of hope and happiness. It's a dream we want for all, yet few become attached to the actuality of succeeding. Most just dole out kindness in a mundane sort-of numbness. Quantity versus Quality is easier for us to dish out. Instead of care, we become innate humans that are incapable of reactionary ideals. A shock takes over as we dishearten ourselves from the facts and presume that easier times will prevail.