My mom called me yesterday to read a letter she found that I wrote to Santa as a kid. We both laughed so hard that we cried as she read it out loud to me over the phone. As an adult, it’s easy to lose sight of the excitement of Christmas and the holiday season; I know I’m guilty of sighing to others, ‘ugh, I’m so busy right now and this time of year is so crazy” but sometimes you need to take a step back, soak it in and maybe even revert back to childhood (I think this was 2nd grade) for a minute.
A couple things about this letter:
- Clearly, I was pulling the guilty/admission stunt so that Santa would have some pity on my naughty self.
- I’m still waiting on that Nintendo.
- Santa always wrote me back (and his handwriting was awfully similar to my Dad’s…)
- Mom, why don’t you still hang my ‘paper-shavings’ wreath up in your house?