Dear Santa,
Dear Santa,
I used to ask you how you were, so I guess I will do it again. How have you been? Hope you’re vaccinated and free from harm, and I really do hope your cookies always stay warm.
In this year of 2021, it feels absurd to go on and on…about things that I want rather than all I am grateful for, but these letters of excitement were always hypothetical, at least somewhat I am sure.
I do adore my life of wonder, but this year has left my heart aching more than before. So selfishly I will tell you what I want if you’ll listen. Maybe this year at Christmas, my smile, like the snow, will glisten.
I could ask you for many things beyond snowy weather. I will never say no to bright fuzzy socks with fun patterns, and who doesn’t like a giant turtleneck sweater? There is also an item you can find on eBay, a vintage stuffed toy, a puffle polar bear, with a smile that’s coy. It’s so cute, I could cry!
Then again, I really would prefer a gift of no crying, no more damp cheeks, no more sight in a blur. No more broken promises from so-called nice guys, who said all they wanted was to avoid causing tears yet did exactly so because they refuse to address their ridiculous fears. I would readily take a new winter jacket, to protect me from the cold. Or maybe just send over someone who’s bold, a rare person like me who can actually take chances. Then again, some fancy gummy candies would mend over some fences.
Another suggestion, a gift potentially for me, is an upgrade to my personality. I am sick of the softie who loves and loves. Because Santa, I do try my best, to listen when I am told, not to speak to them again, not even with a call or simply a text. I listen even when all I want is to know, are even those who hurt me repeatedly enjoying the holidays if they’re wishing for snow?
I would love a new hat, to match with my gloves, but more so I ask for my little dog to get better, the little love of my life to stick around forever. Because without him, Santa, it will be even lonelier on these cold winter eves. The one little companion who sticks by side, the little man who’d never so selfishly make me cry. Some people say it’s silly to get hysterical about our pets, but love is love in the way it wants to be, and that little dog is a big part of me. I understand this wish is a difficult thing to ask, so some new funny stickers would also be class.
It seems very likely, I will spend another holiday season, with an ache in my heart, for many a reason. Of course, I will take soft cuddly toys and gummy-filled sweets, the bright fuzzy socks, or a mix of these treats. On the off chance you can, though, what I truly would like, is for all to be happy, if just for Christmas night. Just for a moment, if the pain of life could ease, I think that would be magical, especially for me.
Love,
Alana.