Miraculously, the Jeff Bezos print and electronic billboard catering to the vast legions of the Amazonian empire, the Washington Post, for the briefest moments measured in pico-seconds, displayed a semblance of decency and tolerance in publishing the history behind NORAD profiling the whimsical, joyous and magical aerial maneuvers of old Saint Nick.
The unexpected journey into the humanity displayed by service members of a military defense instillation in pivoting from the nightmarish intensity and hysteria at the height of the Cold War, while capturing the imagination of the nation’s children, is a wonderful narrative that somehow does not align with the usual content generated by the media giant. As the DC based editorial staff is known for fabricating heart warming tales of innate intelligence, job shaming, affirmative action, climate change, benevolent thieves, and safe spaces, all while disparaging the traditions and perspectives right of center, the blip on the radar screen of a journalistic anomaly is embraced as the peak of the Holiday experience has arrived.
Apparently, the ceremony of tracking Santa with defense technology originated due to a publishing error, the enthusiasm of a child eager to share preferred gift ideas with the leader of the North Pole, and a quick thinking old school colonel, establishing the first iron fist rules of the true old school. The improbable circumstances surrounding the main characters forever changing history in a story fittingly conducive to the season of giving is certainly well worth a click, in providing a temporary respite from the relentless talking points of inanity. NORAD’s software displays old Saint Nick visiting every corner of the globe, as children of all colors and faiths, have the opportunity to interact with the iconic Christmas legend, wherever internet is available.
At least for one calendar day, a tedious inclination of hope makes a grand entrance and offers the sobering possibility that the stagnation proliferated by polarizing sentiment can be overcome with the presence of reason and grace.
God Bless you Col. Shoup, as Kris Kringle lives on sleighing through the heavens.
Read the Washington Post story here.
Track Santa here.
