Dear Santa,
I am writing to you to clear a few things up between us. This may sound crude but here goes. I do not believe in you, not an ounce, not a bit, not at all.
I did have faith in you once, long ago, but I am not sure exactly when and why the non-believing began. Maybe it’s my parent’s fault. Maybe it was my fault. Maybe I never made the nice list. Maybe you couldn’t read my writing. Maybe I asked for too much, but for whatever the reason, you never could get my requests quite right.
Why am I telling you all this, Santa? Well, I have an issue, my children. They believe in you, and I cover for your sorry, red, carcass. I lie, lie, lie, like a basest hound sleeping on my front porch. I tell them that you are real. I tell them you live at the North Pole with Mrs. Claus and the hardworking elves. I convince them that you are watching them everyday, all day, and they better be good, for goodness sake. I even put a freaky little elf on my shelve to assist you in your so-called “job”! I eat the cookies and drink the milk they leave for you on Christams Eve, and did I mention I am lactose intolerant? I do all this and more, in hopes that they will continue to believe in a jolly old elf with a sack full of toys and a heart two sizes too big!
So, this year, Santa, I am only asking for one, small, itsy-bitsy gift. I want to know you are real. Send me a sign, an omen, anything. If you could only let my ears hear the sound of jingle bells and reindeer hoofs on my rooftop. Let my eyes behold a sleigh lead by a big man dressed in red and eight tiny reindeer, and let my hands open a present from underneath my tree, not bought and wrapped by me, and addressed from Santa Claus. Please, Santa help me to believe!
P.S. Just know, Santa, that it may take a miracle like the one on 34th Street!
We deserve to at least be paid for all we do to keep his “spirit’ alive every year, for all the dry cookies and warm milk we have to eat and a whole list of other things. Yeah, where is our reward?
Exactly! Santa owes us!
Awesome! Santa has a lot of explaining to do. The things people do for their kids
It would be nice if he would make you a batch of cookies this year!
It’s crazy the things we do for our kids just to see their little faces light up. I lie enough in November and December because of old Saint Nick to do me for the entire year!
Santa owes us big time, doesn’t he? What would he do without us? I hear some are thinking of skipping Christmas. It’s tempting, right? I could never do it probably!
Wishing you and yours a joyous, healthy and successful new year.jalal
Thank you so much, and right back at ya!