As I watch my kids experience the excitement of Christmas, I often think back to my own childhood. Christmas was awesome in our home. My mom went nuts with Christmas joy and we grew up beyond blessed and spoiled.
I remember writing Santa Claus a letter every year and wishing for the same things all of the time… my own telephone and my own TV. Santa never did bring either one of those… I finally got a job and bought them myself, but one of the two items were always on my list. I remember having pictures done with Santa each year, except for the one with me crying…that was traumatic and I have decided to block it out, but I remember with excitement and hope that I would tell him my wish list. Such big dreams and big wishes for a small child. The days of innocence… the days of just being in the joy without a care in the world… the days of being a kid at Christmas.
For years I struggled with Santa being included in our Christmas celebration because I got very legalistic with religion. I missed Santa’s symbolism and only preformed the duty out of obligation & pressure. Maybe it was my break through that I had this year… the part where I grabbed hold of my anxiety & depression… that led me to have a lot of fun this year. Playing Santa was a blast, watching the boys get excited over their gifts was fulfilling, and adding a little magic into the morning was icing on the cake. We wrapped the entrance way to the hall in wrapping paper and had Santa leave a note that said, “Merry Christmas Brandon and Nick”. Cracked me up when my B yelled out, “Guys, we are trapped!”
As I enjoyed the moments of the morning I got a little surprise this morning at my parent’s house. In our stockings my Mom added something from our childhood in them. Mine was a letter that I wrote to Santa when I was in 6th grade. I was glad she put it in my stocking to remind me of my own childhood Christmases. I will hold this very close to my heart… not because I wrote it but because I think it is a good reminder that once upon a time I was a bright eyed child with huge dreams… just because I became an adult doesn’t mean that those dreams go away… they just change a little. Or a lot in this case… Here is my letter:
Dear Santa Claus,
I have been a good girl almost all year long. And my name is Noel. Also, these are some of the things I would like on Christmas Day:
1. Mini Oven
2. Girl and boy barbies
3. Goodluck care bear
4. Kimberly cheer leader doll
5. Girl or boy cabbage patch kid
7. Any color of umbrella
8. A real telephone
10. A real guitar
11. All poochies: write & makeup & toenail stickers & poochie doll
12. Cowgirl boots
I have cracked up over this list over & over. I have no clue what a Kimberly cheerleader doll is or what poochies are. The umbrella is totally random and a typewriter… HILARIOUS! My how things have changed. I am still waiting on those cowgirl boots… I believe I did get the mini oven and I’m pretty sure I got the barbies as well. I kind of love that playing with toys was still a thing in 6th grade then. Most of all, love my honesty to the big guy in red! I admitted I was good ALMOST all year long. Bwahahaha Does anyone admit that any more?
I hope you had a wonderful Christmas celebration and I hope that you never lose the innocence or excitement you had as a kid. It is the one time of the year where we can verbally dream as big as we want and maybe, just maybe, one of our dreams will come true.
Have a great night!
In peace, love & health