He sat deflated, forlon on a neighbor's lawn, almost unable to move. Companions near him were on their knees.
His bright color, gone. He was half the size from when I saw him last. There on the lawn he looked more like a pile of rubble than the celebrated figure he was.
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How had this happened? Was it a stray, tearing stone or a mean spirited person that brought him down? Was it an accident? Could it have been avoided? What do we need to do? Will he recover?
Somehow, as I passed this heap of plastic, inflated Santa Claus the scene represented feelings of people morning the deaths of so many, even in the season of bright twinkling lights, morning also our loss of common sense as a nation.
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