Dear Santa,
It’s been a long time, Santa, since I’ve written. Sorry about that. Just because I’m fifty-eight doesn’t mean I can’t keep in contact. I’m still a kid at heart, so don’t stop reading just yet. This isn’t your typical “list of things I want”, and, I admit, it may be a little outside of your jurisdiction. I already have plenty of toys and comic books, not to mention plenty of books in general, so I’m good there. Like most so called “grown-ups” I tend to go buy my own toys. Where I’m lacking, what I really want, this Christmas, I’m not sure I can put into words, but I’ll try. Hang with me for a minute. I hope you can help.
When I was a kid, Christmas was special. Maybe it was partly the toys, but that’s not all that made it special. The food was pretty awesome, too. Candy canes, fudge (my goodness, I DO love fudge) ham, and all the fixin’s that make momma’s loved the world over. I’ve had some pretty incredible food since I’ve been a grown-up too, though, so that’s not where I’m lacking. The joy of giving is still fairly intact. I love to see the look on other’s faces when they open presents, especially ones I gave them. I think that’s one of the best feelings in the world: bringing joy to others by giving. I reckon you know all about that, too. I think where I need help is in the “Cheer” department.
According to Buddy the Elf “The best way to spread Christmas Cheer is singing loud for all to hear”. I love that movie. Next to Die Hard, it’s my favorite Christmas movie of all time. What do I do when I don’t feel like singing, though? Santa, I know you’ve been at this for quite a long time. Surely you’ve had your days when the “Ho Ho Ho” just won’t “Go Go Go”. What do you do then? Maybe I should watch some of those old Christmas movies. Charlie Brown usualy has some good advice. He, and Linus, can really put things in perspective sometimes. They’re really quite sophisticated kids. I’m not so sure about Lucy. She charges a whole nickel, too. I’ll stick with Linus.
I guess I’m asking a lot from you, Santa. Maybe I should just start singing and hope my attitude changes. If I give it a try, someone else might want to join in with me. Who knows? I could spread some cheer, even if I only have a little bit. That could work. Like the Grinch, maybe my heart will grow three sizes and I can find my Christmas Cheer. It was the Who’s singing that did it for him. Yup. I’m going to do it. Couldn’t hurt.
So, in conclusion, Santa, I just want you to know that I’ll give it my best shot. If you, and the elves can spend all year producing, planning and performing your little miracles, I suppose the least I can do is try and find a song in my heart. If you hear me singing a Christmas song, know that I may, or may not, be faking it. I’ll try and keep in tune (no easy feat with my voice) but I’ll do my best. I think I’ll start with the basics. Jingle Bells aughta do it. Or how about “Santa Claus is comin to town”? That’s a good one too. Silent Night. Now there’s a song. I feel different already.
Yours Truly,
Kevin
P.S.
If it’s okay with you, I’m going to disguise myself as you again this year. May even wear it to work. Just to spread the Cheer!
Rolling Stones 