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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Fairy Tales & Fantasy
- Subject: Fantasy / Dreams / Wishes
- Published: 12/16/2018
Dear Santa,
I remember reading about the three stages of Santa Claus.
The first stage – I believe in Santa Claus.
The second stage – I don’t believe in Santa Claus.
I remember the very moment my older brother told me you didn’t exist. I jumped out of bed and was running to my parents’ room when he added, And there’s no Easter Bunny, either. I don’t remember if I made it to my parents’ bedroom or not; my childhood world collapsed in an instant. I had no words for how I felt at the time; in retrospect – mortified beyond chagrin would have fit the moment perfectly. I’ve never quite forgiven my brother, not because of what he said, it was the glee with which he said it … the rat.
The third stage, as I understand it is – I am Santa Claus, i.e. I become the gift giver.
But still and all, I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m still living in the first stage – I still believe in Santa Claus; I still believe in you. Maybe not the Santa Claus Coca-Cola introduced in December of 1931, but I’m convinced you are real and you are there – somewhere, watching over me and everyone else on this planet, perhaps in the Universe.
I have no evidence to prove my belief; well, that’s not entirely true. There is evidence. I’m the evidence. I’m here, breathing, and thinking … about what I want for Christmas.
It’s only one wish but, it’s a pretty big one.
If you have a naughty and nice list, I’m probably on both – a little more on the naughty side than on the nice, but that’s for you to decide when considering my Christmas wish.
My wish has nothing to do with material things. I have everything I need in that department. It has to do with something more ethereal. I dislike the word ‘soulmate’, but I can’t think of a more appropriate word. However, I do like the term wind-beneath-my-wings.
The wind-beneath-my-wings I have in mind does not have to be perfect because I know I’m not perfect – far from it, but it should be someone with patience, someone who can deal with my foibles. And, they don’t have to be drop-dead gorgeous either, In fact, it would be preferable if they weren’t; if their soul sparkles – that would be perfect.
Right now I feel like a grounded yard bird. If you grant my wish, I know I could fly higher than an eagle and, perhaps even touch the sky.
I won’t list any more requirements. You know me better than anyone and can figure out what would be a good fit. You’re the best matchmaker around so, I’m relying on you to find my very own wind-beneath-my-wings.
Oh, there is one more thing. They should like animals – dogs, cats, birds, horses, lions, and tigers – especially lions, and tigers.
Thank you, Santa. I love you.
Merry Christmas,
Lynn Smith
P.S. I had to laugh when I discovered all of your reindeer are females. Who else could pull you and that sleigh around the entire globe in one night without getting lost?
MY LETTER TO SANTA(JT Evergreen)
Dear Santa,
I remember reading about the three stages of Santa Claus.
The first stage – I believe in Santa Claus.
The second stage – I don’t believe in Santa Claus.
I remember the very moment my older brother told me you didn’t exist. I jumped out of bed and was running to my parents’ room when he added, And there’s no Easter Bunny, either. I don’t remember if I made it to my parents’ bedroom or not; my childhood world collapsed in an instant. I had no words for how I felt at the time; in retrospect – mortified beyond chagrin would have fit the moment perfectly. I’ve never quite forgiven my brother, not because of what he said, it was the glee with which he said it … the rat.
The third stage, as I understand it is – I am Santa Claus, i.e. I become the gift giver.
But still and all, I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m still living in the first stage – I still believe in Santa Claus; I still believe in you. Maybe not the Santa Claus Coca-Cola introduced in December of 1931, but I’m convinced you are real and you are there – somewhere, watching over me and everyone else on this planet, perhaps in the Universe.
I have no evidence to prove my belief; well, that’s not entirely true. There is evidence. I’m the evidence. I’m here, breathing, and thinking … about what I want for Christmas.
It’s only one wish but, it’s a pretty big one.
If you have a naughty and nice list, I’m probably on both – a little more on the naughty side than on the nice, but that’s for you to decide when considering my Christmas wish.
My wish has nothing to do with material things. I have everything I need in that department. It has to do with something more ethereal. I dislike the word ‘soulmate’, but I can’t think of a more appropriate word. However, I do like the term wind-beneath-my-wings.
The wind-beneath-my-wings I have in mind does not have to be perfect because I know I’m not perfect – far from it, but it should be someone with patience, someone who can deal with my foibles. And, they don’t have to be drop-dead gorgeous either, In fact, it would be preferable if they weren’t; if their soul sparkles – that would be perfect.
Right now I feel like a grounded yard bird. If you grant my wish, I know I could fly higher than an eagle and, perhaps even touch the sky.
I won’t list any more requirements. You know me better than anyone and can figure out what would be a good fit. You’re the best matchmaker around so, I’m relying on you to find my very own wind-beneath-my-wings.
Oh, there is one more thing. They should like animals – dogs, cats, birds, horses, lions, and tigers – especially lions, and tigers.
Thank you, Santa. I love you.
Merry Christmas,
Lynn Smith
P.S. I had to laugh when I discovered all of your reindeer are females. Who else could pull you and that sleigh around the entire globe in one night without getting lost?
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Kevin Hughes
12/16/2018JT,
I agree with all the sentiments in this short letter - and I loved the research it made me do. I had no clue that there were two species of "deer"where males and females grow antlers. Nor did I know that the females kept their antlers until the Spring. But there are some caveats....bull reindeer can be castrated to keep their horns- and strength - because they aren't randy and rutting ten females a day. And, i found out, that some non Alpha Type males keep their antlers until way after December.
So I understand where the idea that all the Reindeer are female came from. In a very subtle way, it shows how a name really can carry a lot of weight. Rudolph is a male name to me- but if it was Rachel, would that change the poem or the moral of the story?
What fun. Smiles, Kevin
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JT Evergreen
12/16/2018I can thank my fifth-grade teacher, Mr. Kehe, who learned us about deer and the antler thing. And you're correct, the name Rachel would never have made the list of possible names for this creature. As for the deer who was named Rudolph, I'm pretty sure it was a young male who could wander among the females without disturbing the calm. Thanks for the comment, Kevin. A very interesting take on this piece. Ciao, JT
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