Dancing Santa: a koan

I went to get Thai takeout tonight. After a series of errands and a long day at work, I was tired. There was a Dancing Santa doll on the front table at the Thai restaurant. With the music and chatter, I could only hear the bridge of “Jingle Bell Rock” and mistook it for an eastern Asian hymn. I stared at the Dancing Santa until I was enlightened: Dancing Santa is a Bodhisattva. It has foregone enlightenment so that I may have it.

The hostess brought me a glass of ice water. I drank deep.

A fleuron is a typographical symbol that looks like a flower.

My inlaws arrived this evening to start the holiday season. My parents arrive tomorrow. Blogging will be scant.