I am 39 years old and this is the first letter I have ever written to you. I did not grow up making lists of what I wanted for Christmas. I loved Christmas and I was happy for any gift that I got. I don’t remember ever being disappointed because I never had any expectations. It was all gravy.
Here’s the thing, I’ve always been “poor” (I prefer to think of it as financially challenged because in reality I am quite rich), but I’ve always had everything I needed. All the basics: shelter, food, and clothing have always been covered. For that I am grateful. I have never known real hunger or cold and I hope I never do. This Christmas I will again be surrounded by people I adore, that’s really all I want for Christmas.
So why am I writing to you when I know that I will get everything I want? Well, last night I saw a segment on the news about the Letters to Santa Program run by the United States Post Office. I never even knew this program existed. It broke my heart to hear some of the letters read aloud. Children and parents alike wrote asking not for toys, but for things like food and clothes and jobs.
Santa, I know you are not “real”. I know you are not an overweight “Caucasian” male that originally discriminated against Rudolph until you saw the usefulness of his red nose. I know you are not a person. You may not be a “real” person with a penchant for “ho, ho, ho’s”, but you do indeed exist. You are perhaps the giving nature in each and every one of us.
Santa, I don’t have much to give or much to spare, but I can certainly spare some food. I will give what I can and hope that my tiny effort provides a little bit of comfort to someone else. What I would like from you, is for you to inspire others to do the same. I know you will. I know others will recognize that they are Santa and they will give, not out of pity, but just for the sheer joy of giving. We’re all Santa.
Unknown Mami (although you know who I am)
We finally got a Christmas tree and I love it! This is my daughter’s 3rd Christmas and it was the first year that she was able to help me decorate the tree. It was so much fun and I look forward to many years of decorating trees together. I used to love decorating the tree with my mother and I hope she feels the same way growing up.
And now your Friday Fortune Cookie (don’t forget to add “in bed” at the end, if you are so inclined):