Dear Santa,


How are you?  I know its been a very long time since you’ve heard from me.  I mean, the last time you came to our house was Christmas of 2001, if I remember correctly.

It was not long after that Christmas when my boys demanded the truth about who was bringing the presents, and, well.  What could I say?  I fessed up, shed a boatload of tears, and said goodbye to those innocent Santa Claus years.

But I’ve been realizing lately that just because certain people in this family think of you as “fake”, it doesn’t mean that you aren’t real.  You know what I mean?

So, here I am.  Writing to you for the first time since Tim was about five.  Writing to ask you for some special gifts for this Christmas. Is that OK with you?  Considering how long I’ve been gone?

Great!

First of all, for the stockings.  Could you please put some little adventures in my kids’ stockings this year?  Not necessarily the kind of adventures that involve marching around major cities or getting arrested.  But maybe some fun trips that they can’t actually afford, or a chance to see some wonderful art or music somewhere.  Let them make some amazing memories that will last them the next 60 years or so.

And if you could throw in some hope and belief in the future, that would be really great, too.  They tend to see things a bit too clearly, my children,  and they are now face to face with their school loans, their limited employment opportunities and the corruption of the world’s leaders.  They could really use a little package of optimism. Maybe wrapped in gold foil, if you can.

For the big gifts, the fabulous under the tree gifts, I have a pretty reasonable list, I think.

First off: a big box of good health for each of them.  You can decide what to throw in, but I was thinking of something along the lines of good nutrition, strong immune systems and a way to avoid any and all nasty viruses.  And, if possible (I know this is pushing it, I really do, but I have to ask), could they please have a big dollop of magical protection against cancer?  Thanks, Santa, you rock!

If you still have some room in that sleigh, could you please add a nicely wrapped package of love for each of them?  They could take it out when they need it, so that they can find someone who is able to really appreciate how special they are.  Someone who can accept and enjoy and thrive in the light of all that they have to offer.

That should about do it for this year, Santa.  I really appreciate your help!  And if you’re wondering, my kids have been very good this year!  My girl is a loving and talented teacher, who has given lots of her time, energy and love to her students.  My middle boy is kind and honest and thoughtful.  He is a good worker and a great friend.  He has put his strength and his energy into trying to make changes in the world, for the better.  And my baby, who isn’t a baby at all any more, is a kind, gentle, funny young man who has made more friends at college than either of us can count.  He is generous, giving, supportive and understanding.  He has been careful of the feelings of his fragile parents, and has stayed in touch and planned his vacations with our feelings in mind.

So Santa, I’ll leave out a plate of cookies and some milk, maybe with a little shot of something nice and warming in it. (Now that we are all over 21.)  We truly appreciate your help and your gifts.  It’s so nice to have you back in our lives!

Merry Christmas!

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