Christmas is fast approaching. We are now just a little more than two weeks away from the big day. Lately, I have been thinking about being a kid at Christmas. I have always loved Christmas, and even now, I turn into a big kid as the holidays approach. One thing I miss from my childhood days is writing a letter to Santa. Something so simple always brought we such joy. It didn’t matter if he brought we everything that I asked for. The act of writing the letter was so much fun. If one or more of those things I mentioned ended up under the tree, then it was extra exciting. So, I figured it might be fun to write a letter to Santa as part of Blogmas. It’s been years since I have written one, so this could be interesting.
Letter to Santa
It’s been a while since I last wrote to you. Though I am an adult now and have a child, I still believe in you. Yes, I know the “truth” about you, but I don’t care. I was always told that if I believed in you, then that meant you were real and that you would come and visit each year. And so, I keep on believing and I have passed that belief onto my son as well. He absolutely loves Christmas just like me. Now, you may be thinking, aren’t I a little old to be writing you a letter? Well, yes and no. Age wise, I might be considered too old. But in my heart, I feel like I am still young enough to do so. As long as I believe in the magic of Christmas, then I will never be too old to write to you.
I would have to say I have been pretty good this year, not perfect, but good. But, like my grandma always says, it’s no fun being perfect! She’s right you know. So I don’t reach for perfect but good enough. Boy, do I feel rusty at letter writing. This certainly was easier as a kid. Back then I knew exactly what I wanted to say to you and had a list of present ideas to boot.
As I sit here thinking about the things I want, I realize that a lot of them I already have. I count myself lucky to have a wonderful husband and son. I have a nice house and a big garden in the backyard. I never imagined I could have such things in my life, and yet here I am. Come to think of it, I also never imagined that I could be happy. The happiness did not come easily, but this last year has really been a turning point for me. It’s funny how things work out sometimes. Things you never imagined possible are quite suddenly a part of your life and though you don’t always understand how it happened, you are glad that it did happen. Guess it’s true that life is full of surprises. But I digress.
I suppose if you really must know what I want, I will tell you. The one thing I would like you to bring me is a dehydrator. Technically, I have one already, however, it’s quite old and isn’t drying as well as it used to. It feels weird asking for something practical, but it’s something I use regularly and would use more if I had a more reliable one. I guess that’s what happens when you reach adulthood, you stop asking for the fun things and start wanting the practical stuff. I don’t mind though, I do love using the dehydrator to make jerky and other things. So, if it’s not too much trouble to bring, that’s what I want.
Hope you have a great Christmas. I’ll have some milk and freshly baked cookies waiting for you, and of course some carrots for the reindeer as well. Say hello to Mrs. Claus and the elves for me!
Your long-time believer,
P.S. I still would love that pony I kept asking for when I was younger, but I understand if you aren’t able to bring it this year.
When was the last time you wrote to Santa? If you were to write him a letter, what would you ask him to bring you?