Translated: by Brother Al Delarosa from the Latin

By: Alan G. Dohrmann – To his nine Children…



The Nine:

Nine little faces, sat  around their famous father, who was sitting in his red flannel pajama’s this Christmas Eve. His over weight giant elf man was more like Santa than the helper of all the Santa’s he always thought was “his day job”.  His piercing blue eyes could see through a lie and tarpon an exaggeration faster than a bullet as he scanned his family left to right, five girls four boys reflecting Micky Mouse Holiday cheer in various outfits and bed clothes a half moon round Dad.

Now boys and girls listen up the great sage began. As you know Santa Clause is only going to come to our house if all  nine  of you – that is all nine –  not oe left out – where all nine as I said are on Santa Clauses  nice and not naughty list. Even your parents do not know which list your inside of,  only Santa Clause Knows who is on those lists to the very last hour. Such is the magic of the Santa Clause Power.  Also Santa clause must  pass us all  over if each of my nine and also so nice, each one of you babies one and nine all,  yes all  of you are not not fast  asleep when Santa Passes over with presents he can give or he may keep. Do you all understand the truth of my words.? Do you each  agree to have sugar plum dreams so Santa Clause will come for one and for all? Raise your hands now? Higher so I can see them? Let me see – one to three four and five six seven eight yes NINE we have all nine a 100% good job – no  -wait and  well i’m now  10 counting mom’s hand is up as well – so ten for then in this light it is so hard to tell. Ok.

Well the important thing is to get you off to bed.  But wait now just Before you shall  go let me tell you a little Father’s Story on Christmas Eve Night . Do you think that’s  alright?

We all scream – yes Daddy, YES DADDY……its ALRIGHT ! .

As he awaits total silence in his  room until breathing seemed like large noise filling the living room end to end. It was then the wizard  began.

Children it was terrible cold that winter with its blast. I never thought one storm could forever it last.  It had been years since I had visited Santa Clause weight up at the North Pole. It was almost Christmas and I had a present FOR SANTA. A present that he that  would already having everything, may still  hold dear I believe I believe. Something for Santa where he just can’t give back. That something I no not even that I lack. For fools are free but wisdom’s not free and thing we all weight is the exchange of the fee.

As I crossed onto his property, which requires some  magic to even approach , my guides and I flying high across the boundaries  across the great mountains, rested upon the Gigantic Eagle Sagittarius we made slow descent over the ice valleys and mountains, and high ridges and low  canyons, and open fields and frozen meadows with caves and fractures to great to recall. . When of a sudden the lighted endless parameter walls and guard towers make a miracle in time and space as Christmas explodes like fireworks on end. , SANTA’s VILLAGE at the North Pole, just one phase out of time is illuminated forever with the Holiday spirit and pure love abounds.

So as to be invisible. To eyes that do not know magic …..

As the great Eagle departed and we shook off the ice and the  snow I was immediately guided by colorful elves holding each of my hands under the awning and bells,  with its holiday lighting into the famous Door to Santa’s Work Shop and Home. The Butler a gnome.

The elves took me right around the workshop on the high ground, and over to the stairs and landings  up to Santa’s enormous den, with  fire place roaring with Christmas music being played by a live elf  band in the corner. I was escorted to a chair next to an enormous Red Thrown  that I dreamed must be  Santa’s if I had KNOWN, as it was closest to the fire to keep old Santa’s Glow WARM.  I was starring at  the walk in fire place you might roast a Dragon on such a fire place and perhaps once they had. They all seemed so glad.

When in came Santa all happy and jolly with his HO HO HO and Laughter like Holly,  spreading joy all the way his personality so infectious its hard not to catch your childhood in just one of his winks to your eye. He grabbed an egg nog as if it was sport, and sat in his chair with his enormous  great port, snuggling his back and resting his head, he nodded and with his deep voice  said, “what Alan are you seeing when “YOU”….. LOOK AHEAD…?”

And as i turned my head to his point as I’m trying to  grasp,  then inhale a surprised  gasp, for what was not there, with lights and magic presence so  awesome to behold, and before now and truly  covered Santa’s  door, and from ceiling to floor,  lighting a circle around Santa and I, when I gasp out my lost  WHY? For Santa had a Christmas Tree.

But no ordinary Christmas tree …was this. Oh no.

It was for sure an rare an honor that not many see, for he had invited a private moment for me, as the one he had chosen to see Santa’s TREE.
For Santa Had a Christmas Tree…


I tell you Children ( as our father leaned closer and came down lower and over to us as if in a conspiracy direct from Santa’s secret lair ) and we leaned in as well…..for the story he would tell….

No ! Children I tell you from top to bottom  and all in between, this Christmas tree of Santa’s  was a world all alive.

Now what do I mean by this word all ALIVE . The eyes can not lie. What you see IS what you GET.

The feast for my eyes, seeing a miracle in time and space, was beyond the mind to take in nor explain to you nine YET. . The Base of the tree  was a village of green and lush fruits and things of the berry like Rings  and fruits of the  vine, as if all were mine, for the base of the tree was and remains PARADISE as the eye can not lie. Seeing IS believing. And I believed that day in Paradise Children. I see where it is. At the base holding up Santa’s Great Christmas Tree which I come to learn supports call that can be. . Its blue rivers and clear lakes celebrate the fish leaping in praise and the sea birds resting their gaze, slowly rising off the waters. Of Paradise. can you see it my Children ….can you SEE IT . ( He often said this in my father’s stories ).

Now the Tree Trunk is enormous, wider than two man holding their own arms together round like this ( and he showed us )two men with the this and the that – we could visualize how large the tree trunk and the tree trunk was fat. We got that.

As my gaze went up and up I began more to  see the branches which were not branches but living villages with some serving tea. All forms of creations, now upon the earth and yet also upon the earth once upon a time, Wooly Mastodons and Unicorns too, there where enormous things up into the sea and winged things that flew and flew. It was all of creation one branch at a time. Every animal upon the ark, and long before, to the dinosaur park, the creepy crawling things and all  the things that borrow, and wiggle and giggle on legs six and eight. I saw all as equal and all as so great. I saw only perfect without flaw of the divine. Save for the insane which one regarded without blame.

Cooperation and Holy Spirit where like fog on the tree and I saw all that can be and should be and would be in time, and it was lifetimes of living and all of it fine.

Some where in  Mid tree a miracle begins as babies and humans delight all the lands. From caves and  in the mountains to tents in the sands. There were babies that came and none where the same with colors that ran. Some where Chinese and others where Dark, some where island pale and all different shades, some in the Gulf and some across land, and always the tapestry of cultural belief’s filled God’s fan. Celebration for differences in pure love divine, I saw Christmas in in Santa’s branches of pine.

Every faith every  tribe and  rainbow of human  too, was rising to the top where as we rose the difference between colors as if they were gone, became only white light and all equally shown. There was no difference between souls in this  light, and only the lightbulb containers and housings,  made different each  sight. The love these beings had for each other, was so palpable to the heart that it the separation between souls  was a spell that  was broken…. forever apart, such that each soul could be whole and return to its goal and never apart as one never done.

Then looking from the top, with the Ark Angel Micheal with high illumination draw to the peak, of all wisdom we seek, as my gaze wondered down as from the light of the crown, angels had appeared, to surround each tiny village, on every fiber of branch, where sat a great angel, with candles in hand, singing with praise, to Santa’s great band.

The music rose like smoke to the Thrown Room High  Above, hovering over  Great Angel Michael, like a circling white dove….drawing attention to God ‘s endless love…..

Each Angel had grace like wisps in the air, rising  to the next angel sitting on the branch just above….. as if the Santa’s Tree was enriched in such  love –

Angel Love

Human Love

Animal Love

Green Plant Love


From Top to Bottom

From Bottom To Top

Rising like joy in smoke of pure grace which created a fog all over this space….

Engulfing us all in Celebration of Love …Celebrating what is different as the joy of our joys…learning and unfolding creation for souls…..mending the splits of each tiny hole … the tapestry of joy arranged for every girl and for every boy……can you see it children can you see the cooperation and celebration fog of love surround us like a white christmas tree of pure lights and grace …see it rise right over this space….can you see it Children ? The two trees?

And when I turned my head  back and away,  there was my Santa holding his head on his glove,  over his enormous great knee,  – and to my surprise Santa was staring at me….As my gaze fell into Santa’s Eyes, I saw only myself inside his great tree that size,  and I saw the family and spaces where  I came to be, I saw all my life and my children and wife, it was clear to me like a cut of the reddish with a razor sharp knife across time I could see and all I could be it was coming to me as Santa showed me. ( Dad rolled a reddish and from his sleeves and  then a razor sharp knife clunked to the floor – nine startled children all huddled back on the warm  hard wood floor).

I could see myself and my life,… and all of you too…. clearly inside Santa’s Great Christmas tree po that night. It was like all of you were the light of my life, the only thing that i needed was to see by your light. Your children are bright. I saw you that night. Inside Santa’s Tree. And I saw all that each of you could be. I could see. And I know you won’t fail Santa or me.

( nine heads nodded as one….of course we won’t daddy of course we won’t as no words were spoken. No one was about to see the story broken ).

Do you see now why Santa’s first  list for naught and nice, is a list he checks and scurries over twice?

He see’s you all in one way or another, inside his Great Christmas Tree, every sister every brother. He has your number and he knows the truth from a lie, which makes Santa Special for you and for I. But Why? Say you why?

Santa rose up and he brought me up too, and he turned to show me the fire place roaring, and the smoke rising like white eagles soaring. He had me look up to the HUGE MIRROR that hung, just above the mantel , as if eternity had it done. And as I gazed up and crossed the great mirror frame , a sight that  was so moving if only for  me, was  to see only Santa’s  Den and just Santa Clause some elves  and then there was  Me.

There was no Christmas Tree where once it had stood,  and in its place was the sofa as a perfect replacement if ever one could.

Yes Children – the Tree was all gone and now only inside me -and all round and beside me, and yet there was magic because still  in that mirror, I could see the Great tree in the eyes of Santa has he reflected them back from inside the mirror, it was magic to see the tree was so near, and i thanked Santa for so making sure, his tree was as real, as all eight rain deer,  inside this reflection I could both see and I could hear, as if I was inside the  instead of a  distant far sear. As I blinked and Santa Winked the tree disappeared, into the great gone, of song. As all of the elf’s sang us on home, that North Pole forever was free as Santa let me learn from His Own Christmas Tree.

Children I left Santa an oracle Orb 10,000 years old, made of pure diamond reelecting both future and past, in silver and gold.

As the Eagle rose to the Sky, bundled in blankets and layered am I, they all waved me off with the love  reindeer have, as higher and higher we rose till the North Pole was a final long pass. Then hours of ice and so many mountains to go, I fell fast  asleep to the flapping so steady and slow.

I woke up when the great Eagle Cried, and I was put down  in the field, just over the lake the rainbow and spring.  I wondered on down, from the place thats not far, and slept in my room and here I am having not driven the car, showered and dressed and ready far past Santa’s test. For you children must know the story I told you , is not only true, it is also so quite  new. It just unfolded for me and for you and all that I ask is that you believe that its true and that with your sight you understand that the story of Sanda was grand as it unfolded last night. Yes you have it alright as the entire story was all done last night. It was perfect and right. In Santa Clause sight.

Do you believe. Do you and do you.

That even word of my story is true?

As nine heads nodded? All moving the same.

Like nine little angels inside picture frames.

The lesson is this and its that, which I say is about about Santa Had a Christmas Tree, and that in Santa ‘s Great Tree all the people and living with the plants and the animals too, celebrate diversity in all of its forms, as interesting paintings from God, which glories all when each head can nod. Every life  is precious and none should erase, as those who can’t see and those who don’t know, can never keep pace. Insanity attacks that which it can never  be, and adds to its own burdens having no powers to see. Sanity sings in praise and delight, at the oneness of all God’s colors and  lights. His  tapestry all  perfect from the Master’s own hands, and Santa Preserves his  creation  in his holy of  hands.

For those who can grow and who can be all you  can be, all that is required is to “SEE”  Santa’s Great Tree.

All that is required is to see Santa’s Christmas  Tree.

And thats the truth. And all the truth you will ever heed, if on Christmas Eve you chose to believe.

Now Run to Bed and Dream Sugar Plumb Dreams and perhaps of  a Great Tree…and all nine ran to bed….with villages and angels spinning in their heads.

They heard their father cry out in a very loud shout –

Berny Dohrmann ( Confirming Al Delarosa’s Translation is very close to the actual lesson to the nine from Alan G. Dohrmann ….

Spoken Live by Alan G Dohrmann to his children – 1955