Dear Santa Claus,
You already know who I am. I am writing to you for a couple of reasons this year.
First, I need to remind myself of believing. Of believing that you exist; of believing that Christmas is a great, jolly time of year; of simply believing. Nowadays, it is difficult to believe in anything. You must see that, don’ t you? I can easily suffocate in that if I allow it. I am not sure why it is difficult, not fully. You must have a better idea. Please tell me you do. At least that way, there would be at least one of us.
One of my wishes for this Christmas, for any Christmas really, is that you help people believe. Not make them gullible, naïve, stupid; make them believe again, hope, keep on having that heart and spark that one would see more as a little kid but not take much note of. I sometimes wish I didn’ t take does and other simple little( sometimes not so little) things for granted … but then again, I would most likely have needed to know of how it would be like as one grows up …
… I am not so sure that would have been better …
Secondly, I would like to point out, that for the most part I have been a good person. According to people, I could easily be way worse.( I think that applies to almost everyone though). I will remind you do that I do not do big illegal activities; or such( jaywalking should not count) … I deserve better than coal. You cannot really disagree with me on that one.
However, I do not ask for much. I have the basic necessities I need and more. I have a loving family, close friends, and more. I cannot really think of much to ask for … except for a roadmap for my life … I still can’ t get over that fear. It would be bittersweet to have it. I would