At my age, it’s fair to say I’ve seen quite a few Christmases. One year stands out in particular. I was about six years old. My daddy was in an explosion and had third degree burns on his face and upper body so that Christmas he was in the hospital. My mother stayed nights at the hospital with him. My older sister who was married kept me and my younger sister. I was terrified that my daddy might die and I missed my mother. When I went to bed on Christmas Eve I was full of worry and dread. Coupled with everything else I was afraid that Santa would forget me or that he couldn’t get into the house because the door would be locked. We had no chimney so the door was the only way in. Sometime during the night, my mama came home and put out the Santa gifts. I felt so warm and loved the next morning when I woke up and saw that not only had Santa come but my mother was there too. It was one of the best feelings. My daddy eventually recovered and lived to age 69.
We had many more Christmas’s but that was one I remembered most vividly. I don’t remember ever writing a letter to Santa, but I seem to remember calling the North Pole. I was shaking like a leaf to think I was calling him on the phone and that he’d actually talk to me. So funny.
Children can be so honest and direct. They sometimes infuse simplicity into the complications of an adult world. I always love to read their letters to Santa. Some touch me deeply and make my heart ache and some make me howl with laughter. I hope you get a kick out of a few I picked out.
Dear Santa, I am so excited about you coming to our house this year. I think I have been a good girl this year. I hope you bring me a Barbie. I also hope you bring my daddy home for Christmas. He is in the Air Force and he is off fighting the bad people that hurt our Country. It would be very nice to have him home for Christmas. I will leave you milk and cookies again this year because you seem to really like my mommies cookies. I hope you stay warm and safe on Christmas Eve. Your friend, Megan
Dear Santa, I heard that Rudolf shoots lasers out of his nose to protect the North Pole. Is it true? — Michael age 9
Thank you for the remote control car last year even though it broke the day after. I know you tried and that’s what counts. —Alex age 8 Dear Santa, please send a message to my sister in heaven that I love her very much and wish her a happy Christmas. —John
(This little boy reminds me of my worries that Christmas long ago.)Dear Santa, I love you very much. Please use the front door we do not have a chimney. Don’t forget my daddy gave you the key when I was born. —Thomas Dear Santa, I’ve been a really good girl. I’m going to have a new baby brother in March so please watch over him until he gets born. —Andee
Dear Santa, please put diapers on the reindeer this year so my dad won’t have to sweep poop off the roof. And I’d like if you leave me some toys but make sure no girl stuff. —Marcus Dear Santa, PLEASE!! Do not bring me clothes for Christmas. I want fun things.
Dear Santa, I’m sooooo sorry for being mean to my little brother. I bet you never had to put up with that. I’m not saying I don’t love him. He just really gets on my nerves. Well, I hope you have a great Christmas and I hope I’m still on your good list. —Emilee
And finally — Dear Santa, it’s hard in fifth grade. Maybe you could make my teacher give us no homework for a whole long month. Thank you. —Kellie
This is my last blog until January and I want to thank all of you who made P&P’s first year a resounding success. I wish everyone a very heartfelt Christmas. Do you have a special memory of Christmas that you’d like to share? Or maybe a letter you or your children might’ve written to Santa?