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DEAR SANTA...

Dear Santa,

It’s been a minute since I last wrote. Life happened and I’ll be honest with you, I didn’t always handle it well. In fact, I’ve fallen a time or two and getting back up has been a challenge. It doesn’t feel like Christmas Eve. I can’t quite put my finger on what’s wrong, but something is off. Last year I was lost in the routine of preparing to host the family. I have no hosting duties this year and I’m not certain I want to be a good guest. Full disclosure, I would most like to curl up beneath the ancestors, wrapped in a lush blanket with a good book and no one around to be responsible for. But everyone is looking to me to make this a Christmas to remember. 

My wish list is short this year. I just want joy. And peace. Everyone could use a little enlightenment and maybe one or two could do with a swift kick to turn their lives around. So many are hurting this year, and it doesn’t look like things are going to change any time soon. We could use some balance, Big Guy! Maybe you can toss some in with the ponies and glitter and the lengthy list of toys the children hope to find in your big red bag. 

I promise to keep smiling. I’ll be the light for those whose bulbs have dimmed, but you’ll need to upgrade my charger in order for me to not burn out before my time. 

I see you just left Salvador, Brazil. You’ve got a long night ahead and I, too, still have a lengthy list of things to get done. We both need to make a splash before breakfast tomorrow. Keep up the good work, dude! And I promise to hold down things on my end. By God’s grace I’m hoping that when I write next, things will be better and I won’t be such a Debby Downer around the family and friends. 

Kiss Dancer and Prancer for me and let Rudolph know we’re rooting for him. And, Santa, please be extra kind to the children trapped in war zones. Let those in Israel, Palestine, Chad, Ukraine, Russia, Sudan, Myanmar, and Haiti find safety from the wars and fighting. Let them not be burdened further by the adult choices that put them in such extraneous situations. And may we all find peace that lasts longer than your annual trip around the world.

Save travels!

Deborah

 

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