Dear Santa,
Oh how i have missed you. It has been roughly 25 years since i've written to you. I've been busy growing up. I am 31 years old now. We have just recently had our first snow fall and it is cold and beautiful outside. My Christmas tree is already up, as it is every year right after Halloween, and holiday music and movies are all i want to listen to and watch. This is absolutely my favorite time of year.
I stumbled upon memories today that made me miss being a kid. I remember when i had 100% faith that you existed. The magic and wonder that filled me when i'd think about you and wait for your arrival was so profound, that i long to feel that excitement and magic again in my adult life. The possibility of people and things existing somewhere out in lands and places that only our imaginations can see...is so incredible to me. I want to believe in you again.
I know magic thrives in places around the world and in tucked away places within each and everyone of us, but no one believes anymore. Not in you, not in anything, i fear.
This is my promise to you, Santa: that part of me that so innocently and helplessly believes in all things good, wonderful and kind; the part that celebrates and laughs; the part of me that will remain a child forever, i will encourage this part of me and help it grow to be larger than the grown up and realistic me.
In the meantime, i am putting a Christmas wish-list together for you. Anything you can do, i'd appreciate. I'll leave some cookies out. :)
Much love to you and the Mrs,
Lauren
