Hey big guy,
“I want an official Red Ryder, carbine action, two-hundred shot range model air rifle” I promise I won’t shoot my eye out. Well, I guess it’s okay if I don’t get the Red Ryder. Yes, that really isn’t on my wish list.
So how are you Santa? It’s been quite a while since we have since each other. All those years of taking pictures with you – all the way into my 20s. I didn’t mind. It was for mom after all.
Here’s the deal, Santa. I know you don’t actually bring me anything. I knew you never did. I always knew that you weren’t real, but simply a part of us celebrating the holidays. We never saw presents from Santa. They were always from mom and dad, and grandma and grandpa. Even the stocking. Grandma never failed.
Yet, I don’t mind finding you, sitting on your lap and hoping that the things I deeply wish for will arrive. What would I like this year? First, I would like new skin. Literally. Those ovens at work a pretty hot and I’ve gotten a lot of scars in the past few months. I know they are reminders of hard work and interesting days of feeding students. It would be nice to have my arms back from before the experience, but can I keep the experience as well?
Second, I would like a place to call my own. Not a shared room, not a shared house, just my little space. Is that too much? Can I have a cat in it as well? Well, yes I supposed I would get lonely and it would be nice to have people around to share meals and cuddly my kitty and laugh and play games. Can I just have the house next door to my family so they aren’t so far away?
Lastly, I would like lots of money. I want a money tree so I can just go out and pick what I need. It’s much better to have money and not the lessons of blessings and endurance. Well, the lessons are good too. Can I learn just by the work of picking the money from the tree?
It really isn’t much Santa and maybe they aren’t things I actually need. It’s a good thing that you aren’t really going to give me these things. Otherwise I just might not know what it means to live.