A Letter To Santa
December 15, 2011
Dear Santa,
How ya been doin’ big fella? I hope you and the Mrs. have had a good year!
I’m sure you can check your data bank to see how long it’s been since you last received a letter from me. The last time I wrote I asked for a 26-inch purple bike with a banana seat and a pair of white go-go boots. Thanks for the bike! I loved it as you can imagine. I couldn’t understand why you didn’t bring the boots, but my Mom said maybe you thought it wasn’t appropriate for young girls to be wearing them. I spent the rest of the year trying to figure out how Mom would know what you thought about anything. Did she have an inside connection? Hmm… it was most mysterious.
Man oh man, a lot of time has passed since then. I’ve lost some, won some, some got rained out, and some I didn’t care enough about to even get worked up over. Life’s too short. Or, would you know? You certainly seem to have lived an incredibly long time. It’s pretty cold at the North Pole. I guess it’s kind of like being in a state of freeze-dried preservation, huh?
 I’ll just come right out and say it. It’s been a rough year big guy, not just for me but for millions of people across the country and the rest of the world – all the drama, natural disasters, war, famine, and recession. We don’t see much “feel good” news through the media outlets. They do seem to thrive on the negative aspects of life, which makes it all worse. Some years we eat steak, some years we eat hamburger. This year, we’ve eaten a lot of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I’m not complaining though, don’t get me wrong. It’s still good eats.
A white Christmas tops the list
Photo by Sara Mawyer
I guess if you check your “naughty” and “nice” lists you’ll probably find my name on both of them. I’ve had to bite my tongue more than a few times this year in order to remain “nice.” And, you know me, Santy, that’s a pretty tough trick!
Anyway, I have a job, family, friends, loyal dogs, food to eat, and a roof over my head. I really couldn’t ask for anything more. I’m lucky to love and be loved, and that’s the best gift of all, not just at Christmas but any time.
People are tired of dodging economic potholes in the road though, Pops. Help us to remember what you’re all about. Old alliances are good alliances so I’m including a list with this letter. I sure hope you can deliver! I’m a much older, wiser gal now so I don’t expect everything, just the things you can find in your heart to bring. Although compared to you, I’m young! (Ooooops…Sorry, sorry, sorry. No offense intended. Uh, scratch that last remark. Will that land me on the naughty list again?)
Here’s my list:
•A white Christmas
•Patience and faith in all Christmas stockings, hung with care
•Respect for all people regardless of their race, creed, sex or color
•A warm hand of kindness to all who need it
•Nice, gentle lines of aging on my face (let the laugh lines be the most prominent)
•Strength to those who are weak and hurting
•A spare crystal ball so I’ll have one at home and one at work, cuz I need it
•A willingness of all people to take gentle care of our precious planet
•Help in remembering life isn’t fair but it’s still darn good
•Assistance in kicking the habit of watching the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills and other various kinds of junk TV
•Opportunities to listen more and talk less
•An all-expense paid trip to Whoville
•Opportunities to spend more time with children under age 6 and adults over age 70
•A jet pack
•A great big hug to all the world (God knows it needs it!)
•If you can get your team of reindeer up to warp speed and climb so high you get near heaven, toss my old dog, Astro, a bone. I lost him this year, but I’m certain he’s up there keeping good company. It’s just not the same without him to chase around the house while trying to wrangle him into wearing reindeer antler headgear for his annual Christmas portrait.
•A 1969 VW Microbus
•Put the bug in everyone’s ear the spirit of Christmas is very much alive not just on December 25th, but every day in every way walking down Main Street U.S.A.
•Uh.... and um, some of those go-go boots would still be nice, for days when my go-go ain’t gone-gone!
Well, that’s about it I reckon. Remember though, when you’re headed up U.S. 321 North watch out for the NC Highway Patrol. They don’t take too kindly to drivers flying up and down the highway.
Tell everybody at the workshop hello.
Here’s to jolly days to come!
Love you muchly,
Sara
P.S.
I’ll leave a peanut butter and jelly sandwich out for you. I hope you like the “crunchy” kind!
P.S.S.
If you need a hot toddy to warm the old bones, I reckon if you can find my rooftop chimney in the hamlet where I live you can certainly locate the liquor cabinet once you’re here. ‘Drink’s on me big man.
Peace. |
