You are my world because you fight for my world. Even in your dreams you are caring more for others than yourself. Remember your dream last night. You were trapped in a dungeon. You sat there and did nothing for yourself. Then your saw strangers, a woman and child who were suffering. You got up and said to them, "I will show you the way out." In moments you had them at an exit, raising them to ground level through the hole in the metal grate. Then you called out my name, the one that they would use instead of the one you were trained to use, you asked me to set you free. I did. You earned it.
The world, nature, is creation, and what you have is a gift to treasure and be thankful for.
The world is not on pause, ever, it's on four paws and galloping fast. So be ready. Be ready and steady, then go.
The world owes its heroes a debt of gratitude, try swapping jealousy for emotional support, try giving thanks.
If you want Santa in your world, you must believe in him.