Children of Surreal Royal

“But of course it was imaginary,’’ Win reflected on the Season.

We all felt this unholy convergence, one might say, whether openly acknowledged by we adults or barely straddled with the awkward precision known only to little ones on a particular mission.

In the midst of this enforced season of masking our visages, we joined in the celebrated holiday for changing identities. Merge, converge, follow your urge… and potential to purge…and deluge all unclean spirits, which were many in the land.

And hence this singular eastern Child strode forth, riding a symbolic donkey much as our western Lord, yet masked with eyes bright, devoid of pretense, his vision clear. (His Vision Clear.)

Child of Surreal Royal