I’ve been a very good little girl this year. Or at least, I think I have. I’ve tried really hard to be a good mommy and make sure I stayed on the “good” list.
I haven’t quite figured out what I want for Christmas this year, but I’m working on it, I promise. Last year, you were so nice to me, and I got everything I asked for — even some things I didn’t.
After I finished opening all my presents though, I realized that I didn’t feel that I didn’t have that happy bubble in my heart that I did when I was younger and got the gifts I coveted. I looked around at my family, and I realized that they and their happiness are what makes me happy. I don’t need anything else, and I’m happy with what I have.
It was really kind of a revelation. I want nothing.
So why am I writing to you? I’m not asking for anything. In fact, I’m writing a letter that I’m sure you don’t get nearly often enough.
Thank you, Santa for all the you do for all our children. Thank you for the joy and excitement that you bring them every Christmas morning. Thank you for the patience you teach them as they wait for you to come. Thank you for the lesson you teach them in how to deal with disappointment when you don’t bring them everything they have.
And thank you for being constant. Thank you for not becoming new and cool and hip like so many treasured friends from Tinker Bell to Mickey Mouse. Thank you for staying child-friendly and for helping to maintain my wee ones’ innocence for just a little longer.
This year, I’ll leave you a couple extra cookies by the fireplace, and maybe a few more carrots for your reindeer.
PS If you want to leave a little high quality chocolate under the tree, I wouldn’t object. Or some new kitchen gadgets.