Happy December! The countdown to Christmas begins and I couldn’t be more excited for my favourite time of the year. I was going to attempt Blogmas, as to me writing about Christmas is fairly easy, however I’m going away a lot this month and I feel I won’t put the effort I want into these posts, so going to attempt to go back to my post every other day regime, maybe not when I’m away, but for the rest of the month. With that out of the way…
I feel I write a lot of letters, both on this blog and in everyday life. I just love it. And when I was a wee girl I loved writing letters to Father Christmas, didn’t we all?
Then this idea came to my head, taking a trip back and embracing my younger self. And writing a letter to Santa. Then I thought, I can’t be the only one who feels this way, and found 3 lovely friends of mine to participate in writing their own letter to Santa.
Today’s is from the lovely Tanya (@scribbledreams), who’s blog is a favourite of mine which you should definitely check out! So without further ado, Tanya’s letter:
It’s been a good 11-12 years since I last wrote to you. I hope you and Rudolf are doing great. I don’t remember all the gifts you gave me. But there is one I still remember. I think it was the year before I got to know your little secret (shh!). You gave me cash to put in my piggy bank. And I woke up the morning to find cash under my pillows. Cause we didn’t have a tree. I remember writing wish lists to you about every single thing I want. And my four-year-old self-did have some crazy ideas (we will keep that between us).
Things have changed a lot since then. I grew up (obvious) and my wishes did change. From wanting the barbie doll house (You never gave me that -_-) to less materialistic things now. What I want now is something you can’t give me. I want to get into a good college next year and I would have to work hard for that. You really can’t give that to me. I do hope that my name lands in the ‘Good Kids’ list and you still remember me. I think I have figured out why as children we believe in you. It wasn’t that you brought us gifts. Although that was the really good factor. It was because there was something about an old dude riding on a cart driven with reindeer with gifts in a red bag that seemed magical in this mortal world.
So Santa, merry Christmas and I will keep cookies and milk for you on the eve of Christmas. Thank you for giving me something to believe in.