Dear Santa Claus


Dear Santa,

How is one of my favorite guys on the planet?  Have you enjoyed your time off?  I know you probably wont have time to read this letter because you are busy right now in Australia giving gifts at the time I am writing this.  However, this letter is not to ask you for things.. it is to thank you.

Thank you Santa for the magic you have passed on to me.  Every year I dream of you coming to my house and you show up every time!  I never really “catch” you but I see you’ve been around.

The blessings I have received this year and every single year of my life are due part and parcel (pun intended) to you!  Your spirit resides in people even those who do not know it.  I have witnessed continuous miracles this year:  surprises, acknowledgements, truths, love, kindness…  The people I have met this year, and who support me through my journey which has been pretty dark, are the ones I am speaking about.  Even the stranger in the white coat and white car who gave me a ride the other day had your eyes when she looked at me.

This time of year brings out the “Santa” in many of us.  It’s the spirit of giving which warms my heart… I want to thank you for continuing your journey throughout the world sprinkling joy to all who wish to receive.

Children around the world are those who truly see you loud and clear.. and its that belief I hang onto.  8-year-old Virginia had the courage to ask 114 years ago when she wrote a letter to the New York’s Sun she asked:

“DEAR EDITOR: I am 8 years old. “Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. “Papa says, ‘If you see it in THE SUN it’s so.'”Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?

 “VIRGINIA O’HANLON. “115 WEST NINETY-FIFTH STREET.”

Santa, the editor’s reply still leads me to tears, and every time, my belief in you grows stronger, and even my teenage children know in their hearts you exist among men and women.

So.. thank you Santa!  For bringing me joy every time I hear Ho Ho Ho throughout December and on Christmas day.

No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

….. and I may add ADULThood 🙂

Have a great vacation Santa!  I love you and hope you and Mrs. Claus enjoy the quiet once the elves and reindeer go to visit their own families… woo woo!  Don’t forget to dim the lights and open a bottle of wine!  You deserve the downtime.

Love always

Kim

 

Keeping my eye out for the red and purple heart!


Here is Kelly’s letter to Santa!

Dear Santa,

I know it’s been a while…how have you and the gang been? I’m still living at my parents, dreaming big, focused on climbing the mountain and reaching my goals. I haven’t asked for help in years, which is probably why I’ve been spinning my wheels trying to get to where I want to go…ending up stuck.

This year I’m asking for some help…if you have a minute here is what I need help with, let me know what you can do to help me out. Take your time spread it out…it doesn’t have to all happen this Christmas.

I’m in the middle of a job negotiation, which is a true test of my self-worth. Unfortunately in the past I haven’t acknowledged my true self-worth, which resulted in pain, resentment, disillusion/confusion, and restlessness. This time I want to get paid what I’m worth, receive the benefits I deserve, and feel there is a genuine balanced between the job compensation and my time, talents, and skills. I need a job I can survive independently on, pay my bills/student loans, and enjoy life. If you can stick some negotiation tips into my stocking and sprinkle generosity into the hiring staff’s coffee that would rock!

My living situation is fine…I do have a roof over my head, a place to sleep, and food. The stress, clutter, and stagnate energy of living with my parents is costing me more than any rent I could ever owe a landlord. I need out…I need a place where I don’t feel like a prisoner to old tapes, childhood roles, and living patterns. What I’m looking for is a one bedroom apartment with hardwood floors, balcony for my 2 cats to hang outside, nice kitchen appliances, plenty of windows with a great view of the city or woods, ceiling fans, fireplace with mantel, fan in the bathroom, tub/shower combo, off street parking, plenty of closet space and kitchen storage, unique/charming atmosphere, safe location, close to work &/or bus line, Rent $500/month or cheaper that includes utilities, allows cats with a reasonable refundable deposit.

Some things I’ll need for my apartment: Couch or sofa, kitchen table with chairs for my friends/family to hang out at, TV/DVD combo, a big bookshelf, coffee table or chest, lamps, window shades/curtains, a couple fold up chairs for on the balcony, laptop, help me find my Mp3 player…it’s lost, stereo that can work independently and in my car, a couple area rugs, a welcome mat, and a water dish that circulates the water for Friar…he needs to stop drinking out of the toilet.

This next Christmas request is going to be a challenge…this will require work on my end as well as yours. Don’t stress over getting it for this year’s Christmas. My deepest desire is to find Mr. Perfect for Me…I’ve been making notes on what I’ve liked about guys I’ve dated in past and adding things I think I would want in a guy I’d want to spend the rest of my life with. I can send you the notes this Christmas Eve, we can work together with the Universe in making it happen!! If you are down with helping me out on this project give me a sign this Christmas…how about a red & purple heart shaped something…I’ll let you pick out how this sign will come. I know I need to shine up myself, and rediscover the parts of me I’ve hidden out of fear, and learn how to love myself so I can receive the love I want to receive from others…including my Mr. Perfect for Me guy!!

These are the things I need help with and want the most in my life. Anything else you throw in will be a bonus Santa!! I’ll keep my eye out for the red & purple heart! Thanks and love always, Kelly 🙂

I want him to know he’s the best thing EVER!


Dear Santa,

I haven’t written in a while, sorry. Adulthood sort of got in the way. How’s things? The Mrs? The elves? Rudolph? Hope all is well!

 

I’d hate to just jump into it but, this is sort of your area of expertise. What I want for Christmas. Well, I never did get that Pogoball and I was pissed at you for a while because of that but I realize now that you were probably right…I would’ve cracked my head open. See? With age comes wisdom….or at least a higher chance of being able to be reasoned with.

Here’s the thing Santa. I’m pretty blessed. We keep things pretty simple since I’ve been in school. It’s tough sometimes but in the end, we have the essentials and that’s a lot more than other people have so…we suck it up.

So what I’m getting at here is something non tangible. A few things actually….

First, for the people I love to find peace. Within themselves first and foremost because once you have that, you easily can have peace with others.

Second, patience! I need more of this. Please gimme, gimme, gimme!!! Okay maybe I should include manners in this one too…

Thirdly, I wish my son to never feel like he is alone, ever. I want him to never waver on this. Ever. I want him to know despite anything that happens we will always be in his corner, even when we disagree with him or each other. I want him to know he is the best thing that has ever happened to me and that he and his father leave me feeling so fulfilled, that there is very little else I need.

Lastly, Starbucks delivery would be kinda awesome. Think you could hook that up?

Stay gold! With love, Michelle ❤

Santa to me is…


My request this Holiday Season, was to write a letter to Santa. Asking him for whatever it is you wanted: From world peace, compassion, to the next IPAD or that “thing” you’ve eyed at the store. I The point of this excercise was to pour your heart out or even get mad at him for that “thing” you really wanted but never received.  

Making Christmas wishes is not only for Children, I find when I write my letter to Santa, I feel surrender happening.  

This first prompt is not a letter but description of the writer’s beliefs and profession of faith:  

Santa to me is:   by Sherry Barrett

When Kim posted this I was not sure how to go about it or what to say, so here is my thoughts on it.

Interestingly enough I do not remember writing letters to Santa as a child, wonder why. God is my source so I would pray to him for world peace and to rid the world of famine and to help every child to have love and a safe place to live and grow up and to stop the pain I was living in and that no child would be hurt as I was. So many prayers sent to God through those formative years and still to this day, knowing that God can handle everything far better than I could and would eventually make good out of the bad and bring about healing as I have watched it all unfold holding on through it all to the time when I would shine forth as gold as He said. Been quite a journey thus far and I look forward to the continued healing and what I become in and through it to be a better person and help others to do so too.

I remember seeing sleigh tracks and hoof prints on the lawn as a neighbor I later found out tried to make it look like Santa had come, I remember going to see him in the mall, we had out picture taken once with Santa, and I remember getting gifts that were from Santa as well. I remember my older siblings finding the gifts that were hidden away and knowing their was no Santa who brought them. I remember the church buying us gifts from the special tree as well to make out Christmas special.

Santa to me was like God as He could be everywhere and know everything and so I believed in him and prayed to God. As I said I was a deep child and thought alot about things and so figured in my ming thatwas how it worked I guess.

Thankful for the memories and the gifts and the Spirit of the Season.

Sherry Barrett

All I Want for Christmas is….


As the snow falls out my window, and I bombarded with nostalgia.  I love this time of year, because it is a time of birth, and a time of growth. It is also a time to reflect on what I really want.  I was brought up in such a way that giving was number 1!  And OH! how I love to give.. but like a child, I also love to receive.

This Christmas I wish for many things:  A new couch, a working dryer… and maybe some new clothes.. makeup .. things to make my life easier and my self-esteem soar.

Yet, really, what I really want for Christmas is love.  The kind of love I can only give myself.  The kind of love that would radiate from my being and settle into yours.  The kind of love that would allow me to get up in the morning with vigor and a sense of passion for the day.  That kind of love has been on my path for years, however, I never seem to be able to grasp it for long periods of time.

This action of self-love would benefit me and my children.  I want to be able to provide them with a mom that is always smiling and uplifting.  A mom that can encourage her children to be the BEST they can be.. and to love themselves as they are.

We are heading towards a new way of being.  We are emerging as souls and losing our egos.  The next generation of children must tap into this quickly as they are led by their peers..and I cannot stop them.  However, what I know for sure… is this Christmas.. I want to BE PRESENT with my kids..

So.. really all I want for Christmas is:  Peace!  … freedom from the shackles of guilt. to be able to rise above and be the star I was meant to be…

Wishing you a Merry Little Christmas…. and Happy Holidays!

Give Like Oprah: Top 5 reasons why you should give your favorite things to those in need!


Volunteering at the food bank this past month gives me this deep sense of fulfillment.  Yet, I cannot help but cringe every time I have to pass old moldy cheese or an almost rotten tomato to the person in front of me.  I agree “waste not want not” but do we really have to pass a bag of lettuce that is wilting inside?  What is that telling the person who is receiving?  That they at the bottom of the food chain, and they get scrap? This feels wrong to me.

This holiday season, many of you will be giving to food banks.  This time, why don’t you give things you and your family love to share:

  1. Give fresh!  As mentioned above, receiving a wilted lettuce leaves the person feel less than worthy.. Nothing says “you matter” like brand new stuff!  So buy the fresh produce and why not throw in your most favorite dressing while you’re at it?
  2. Give generously!  Looking in your pantry for that can of tomato soup that’s been sitting on the shelf for a year?  Why don’t you make a list of your favorite canned soups, like Chunky or Progresso for example, and buy 10 cans of those!  On top of providing good veggies these soups contain protein too!
  3. It really is the thought that counts.  If you are providing a gift basket for a family with children.. ask the parents what the kids love to eat and do not often receive.  Forget the Kraft Dinner (they eat that all year). Give good cereal, meat coupons, or even McDonalds  Gift Certificates or your favorite family hang out.
  4. What is your favorite toothpaste, soap and detergent?  Giving the best for a change will make people feel loved.  Really.. who doesn’t love the thought of washing their clothes in Tide? or even taking a bath with LUSH bombs?
  5. Last but not least, the Holidays are a time when families cannot afford much for gifts.  Today a woman entered and had nothing for her grandchildren.  If you can, adopt a family, and pass all your family favorites on.. this way, the family may have enough left over to give to their children or grandchildren.  Because, giving is my favorite thing to do, and I would not want to deprive someone of that feeling.

So there it is!  What favorite things to you love to pass on over the Holidays.  Write them down below and this year, our favorites, will make someone’s life just a little brighter!

Happy Holidays

A Christmas To Love


This year created a Facebook Page: I For The Love Of Christmas. Why? because I am filled with wonderful memories of Christmases past. I am addicted to these past experiences because of the amazing impact they have had on me as child. I can remember the day I saw Santa Claus riding his reindeer in the sky. I was only 5 then, but the feeling .. The excitement.. The JOY! I felt was so overwhelming I couldn’t deny it.

Here’s the story:  I was sitting on my bed on Christmas eve, too full of Christmas anticipation to sleep. I had just returned from leaving Baby Jesus under the Tree, saying my prayers and kissing him goodnight. My brother and I were sneaking conversation under the covers when we heard a noise from outside my window (we lived on the second floor). Then, I got up on my knees to look out and that is when it happened: From the corner of my eye I saw him and eight tiny reindeer fly through the sky in a beam of light. I screamed so loudly that my mom rushed into the room to see what was going on. To this day… I believe.. Some may call it an overactive imagination..however, I like to call it creating the experiences: Thus, in my life, Santa Claus rides the skies on Christmas eve.

Now, at 46 years of life, I go around wearing ugly Christmas sweaters, singing Christmas carols and dance and ring jingle bells which drive my kids crazy. I’m passing on my Christmas joy and hope to create memories my kids will cherish.

Christmas can mean many things. This week, Monica Wilcox  posted an article on her blog Femme Tales – Truth with humor:   Can A Former Christian Find Meaning In Christmas? (If you can, read the article before continuing). I was about to write a similar post, yet Monica describes my feelings perfectly that I do not need to repeat. She also matches my position on Christmas and how I’ve taken the bible stories and adapted them to my spirituality. There is so much I love about this time of year, and the message I love the most is: “Peace on Earth Good Will Towards Men”. What is NOT to love about wishing our fellow humans peace, love and fulfillment? I am grateful for the story of Christmas, and the story of Hanukkah.. I take what I love about any celebration and adapt it to our family traditions. This, makes our experience unique, yet ingrained in common traditions around the world.

My initial point of writing about Christmas is…. although I’m all Ho Ho Ho! And Mistletoe …. I too get discouraged, nostalgic and often lonely. I’m like many of you, who, at times, find it difficult to listen to the “Commercialism” of Christmas, and to read newspaper articles on “How Shoppers are Scroogelike this year”. Furthermore, my family (mom, dad and brother) are not so close (geographically) and everyone often feels a bit of pressure on whose house to visit and when. This year I told everyone: “Listen to yourselves, do what you feel, and no strings!”  Lets do what makes us happy!

Also, finances also play a role in everyone’s stress. In our family, we have started over:  A move, a separation, a new environment..  There are many whom have lost their jobs, loosing their homes  and struggling to make ends meet.  This year especially, I must remind myself that Christmas is not about how big the gift is…. it is the love one puts into it. My children are asking for things I cannot afford, and I told them jokingly: “Santa is on Welfare this year”.. (not literally mind you) They laugh and guffaw at my statement, because they believe Santa, (even though they are teens) can create miracles!   Then every year, there is something they wanted under the tree.  They know Mr. Kringle cannot provide PlayStation XYZ to all children of the world.

Watching the news the other day, I saw a bunch of Santa’s at a real Santa School! Part of the curriculum is to work with the parent to “downgrade” children’s expectations, thus, Santa doesn’t promise anymore! I really thought this was a good sign in these times of IPODS, DS’s and WII’s. Not everyone can afford to buy these things, and to be honest, I think the electronic age puts much pressure on the parents! .. but that is for another blog post.. 🙂

What I am attempting to convey is:   even though Christmas can be difficult and stressful, it really doesn’t have to be. Since I’ve been volunteering at the foodbank (another future blog post) I am reminded of the gratefulness of those in need. They are SO happy to receive day old bread, old cheese, and a bag of milk.  This is something that many of us often take for granted or even throw away. The smiles on those people’s faces allow me to come home humbled and thankful myself. Volunteering has allowed the Christmas spirit to resurface even though its going to be so different for us this year.

So, in the end.. Christmas spirit comes from within. We do not need to be unhappy the entire season, but we do need to acknowledge that there will be times of pain and nostalgia, and sit with those emotions awhile. Yet, denying yourself the pure JOY which Christmas brings, is, to me, a punishment you are giving yourself. Find that lost memory, find your bliss.. See a homeless man smile or a teenage runaway accept warm food… Give this Christmas the gift of love.. That, my friend, can change the world!

“Poor, misguided folks. They missed the whole point. Lot’s of unhappiness? Maybe so. But doesn’t Santa take a little bit of that unhappiness away? Doesn’t a smile on Christmas morning scratch out a tear cried on a sadder day? Not much maybe. But what would happen if we all tried to be like Santa and learned to give as only he can give: of ourselves, our talents, our love and our hearts? Maybe we could all learn Santa’s beautiful lesson and maybe there would finally be peace on Earth and good will toward men.” From the Christmas Special Santa Claus Is Coming To Town.

Blessings of love to you this Holiday Season!

Do not forget I am hosting a Writing Prompt:  Your letter to Santa.  You can find the information here.  It is due December 15th