Do Not Judge Me. When I write my blog, it is full disclosure about my emotions and no judgment shall be allowed to pass (INSERT GANDALF HERE).
It took me WAAAAY longer than it should have to get over Santa. There, I said it. I did find out at around 6-8 (i don’t remember exactly) years old that my parents had something to do with it because I accidentally came across my own gift a few hours before the big reveal. I was snooping around but they left it lying around! I was surprised, however, when I received from “Santa” what I thought was a gift for my cousin. LOL.
I love that anecdote.
Anyway, I saved this picture a bout a year ago from 9gag but I’m pretty sure it’s a somee card. I can’t find the link anymore because I saved this picture in my phone while surfing. But here it is:
Yes, funny, hahaha. I actually tweeted this today and got a rather disturbing reply from a follower. But that is beside the point.
After tweeting this, I got a brain-blast! (Jimmy Neutron reference… you must say it the way he used to because that’s how I imagine it, hence the exclamation point) about possibly making a list of things I would ask from Santa if I were still writing to him.
What an intro, right? Let me segue to the letter to Santa, now. I’ll be dipping into the inner innocence I reserve for moments of vulnerability like this so try not to be too critical.
Hello. It’s Erika. Remember me? I asked for Wii Rockband and got it? Yeah, I was one of those kids.
Hey. How’s it been? I miss writing to you. I asked for so much, thinking I deserved it all but knowing I’d not necessarily been good within the meaning of the word as used in the strict Catholic school teaching (more like drilling/brainwashing) I grew up with (and, incidentally, am still very much a part of).
Merry Christmas in advance! I hope you’re ready. I hear kids today want more techie things like cellphones and laptops instead of dolls and trucks. It mustn’t be easy being who you are. I respect that.
I never knew how to begin asking for things I like. Granted, I was raised in a home where what I wanted was a good enough basis for giving me the same but I was never comfortable with asking for things outright. I prefer to believe I’d manipulated people into thinking they wanted to give me these things. I know you really wanted to give me that PlayStation with a pile of CDs just for me.
You know what, Santa? I just decided I won’t give you a list of things to choose from to give me. You and I both know I’m too old for that. Plus, I’m sure you’re sick of reading the countless letters that come to you months in advance (uhm, mine were always sent by November… I wonder, was that early enough or is November too late?).
Anyway, if you want to give me something (I have no stocking though now that I think about it I should make one out of construction paper), I think you should give me something I really need. While this is only one request, it will be tough. This request requires you to think about who I am, what I do, what I enjoy, what I love and to match a gift that will be compatible with me.
I do not envy you. I don’t even know what I need. I know what I want. I want money, I want success, I want to live a stable life that will be able to support a comfortable (even more than what I’m used to) lifestyle. With regard to things I need, however, you have me stumped.
I need something. And I need it fast. I need happiness. I need a balance between happiness and security.
I’m sorry, i didn’t mean to make this letter a rambling on about me. But then aren’t all the letters you receive self-centered? Mine is just more introspective than the others that just outright ask you for things.
Anyway, Santa, enough about me. I don’t expect a reply from you but I hope you stay alive in the imaginations of children everywhere. Don’t fade into obscurity just because children have more access to the internet and are a lot more jaded about the world wide web than I was (I was a regular visitor of santaclaus.com and northpole.com at around this time of the year — the design was prettier back then, at least to me).
Either way, I wish you well. Thanks for being what you were to me when I was a kid (and a few years past being a kid).
I’m so into Christmas… Or holidays in general. I love merrymaking, it’s in my nature. Advanced Merry Christmas!
I know it’s still November.