It’s been a number of years since I last wrote to Santa. A lot of changes have taken place (for the good, I should should add) since my ninth Christmas when I desperately needed to feel the hope and maybe a little of that jolly old joy included with every one of his visits.
It didn’t happen on Christmas but very soon after, he sent a Christmas Angel in the form of my grandma; a miniature desert twister, who whisked us away to a world of bright promise and unending hope. To this very day I believe Santa was behind it.
Perhaps it explains the consternation I felt looking into the tormented, tear-stained face of a seven year old who says no one at school believes in Santa anymore. Why in heck not? I’ve a mind to write to Santa again and ask him how it could be that the joy of giving, the unequivocal peace in loving one another and sharing of good cheer could ever be disavowed.
Sure, the very notion of Santa and all the season stands for begins as only a belief in your heart, but it blossoms to so much more; enough to last a lifetime, if allowed.
Well, this family is celebrating right down to the traditional Christmas Tamales and we’re not ashamed – or afraid to say so! This year my daughter initiated a new tradition: One new (or classic) Christmas themed book to be unwrapped each day until Christmas, for her young son. The first one he opened (yes, we support our local authors, too) was “Santa is coming to Tucson” by Steve Smallman, Robert Dunn (Illustrator), he loved it! Are there special traditions in your family?
Once the spirit of Santa and Christmas in general is in your heart, does anyone really ever forget? Could it be that the spirit is no longer important? How are you celebrating this year?
I would love to hear your thoughts!