Dear Santa –
Hey big guy. Been a while. Years and years. Hope you’re doing well.
Anyway, I’d like to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry for ever thinking that once I discovered your secret, that you were no longer relevant. I’m sorry that I dismissed you as a childhood fantasy. I’m sorry that I didn’t see you as a symbol of hope, a rallying point for many of us and a sign that everything is going to be okay.I don’t have a full-time job this year, Santa. I get by with some contract work and I still have a nice place to live, a car that runs, clothes to wear, a fantastic girlfriend, the (usual) support of a great community and, most important of all, I haven’t lost hope. Life may not be rosy, but it sure as hell doesn’t suck. I’m not sad about this.
My dad still doesn’t have a job. He’s 61 years old, works harder and longer than anyone I’ve ever met and cares deeply for his wife and me and my siblings. He’s pretty passionate about camping and hiking and we even race half marathons together now. While I certainly don’t want him to stay unemployed, I’d like to thank whoever gave him some extra time to train and run with me. I was never big on camping or hunting, and I’m glad I’m finally able to share a pastime with him. So could you renew his hope a bit this Christmas? I want him to know everyone will be all right.
I had him watch the Lemonade movie. He liked that. He also attends webinars regularly. He’s trying Santa, but I can’t imagine how tough it must be to have your entire industry change. It’s not that he’s not able to adapt, it’s just, like many baby boomers, tough to even figure out how. I want him to be passionate about something. I want him to love what he does as much as I love whatever it is I get to do daily.
Also, this will be my family’s last Christmas where we’ll definitely all be in the same place. My brother is married, my sister is engaged and me, well, I live a long ways away. We’ve had Christmas in the same house, with the tree in the same place, for now our 29th year. December 24th, up until this year, has been the only day every immediately family member has been in my parent’s house, sleeping. We had a good run, and now that we’re all growing up, things are changing.I’d like you to tell my Mom it’s going to be okay, too. She worries about the kids (mostly me) and I need her to know I’m going to be fine. My siblings are actual adults now and I kinda am too. It’s time we start our own traditions, but we’ll always be thankful for those we grew up with.
I’d like something from you, too. I’d like help keeping my pessimism at bay. I call myself a realist, but we both know that’s a stretch. I’m too used pointing out the bad, mostly because I know how to fix the crappy stuff. I want to figure out how to make the good stuff better. I want to be able to pull my own weight, inspire others and build something that outlasts me.
World peace, love and happiness are all important too. If you need to, go ahead and solve those problem’s first. I suggest showing people how alike, rather than different, we are. I learned that very thing this year and turned a few enemies into at least neutral parties. If I can do it, why can’t everyone else? My reasons are just as crazy arbitrary.
I know you’re busy, Santa. Don’t worry if you have a lot of other things to do, because I can wait. I can start doing this stuff myself, too. I can spread hope and joy and cheesy blog posts and hard work and a critical eye and happiness. I have a lot of those to give.
I hope everyone else does too.