Kelly KleinDear Santa,
Hi, it’s me again. I’ve been writing to you every year, in hopes that my small wishes shall be granted.
My first wish is that people remember what the holidays really are about. There are several holidays that happen throughout December. I celebrate a holiday known as Yule which falls on the Winter Solstice. I do not celebrate nor believe in Christmas (though I do spend a lot of time with family who do celebrate it). However, I respect those that do, and I do not get offended when someone wishes me a Merry Christmas, as long as they don’t get offended when I say Happy Holidays or Blessed Yule. I don’t appreciate the commercialism of the holiday season. Right now I am unable to afford gifts. Yet I feel guilty about it. It shouldn’t be that way. I want so much to be able to give thoughtful gifts, a small token of my appreciation to all my loved ones, but this year it is not possible. It upsets me. In my opinion, the holidays are first and foremost about family. It’s the one time of the year where I get to see most of my blended and large family. I don’t care if I get any presents or not, as long as I get to see my family, as family means a lot to me.
My second wish is for people to live and let live. Everyone is different. No one can expect everyone to be the same. I don’t believe in treating people badly just because a person is focusing on their negative traits instead of noticing the positive.
My third wish is for me to like myself. To accept myself. Because right now I don’t. I see all the negative aspects of me, and that is all I see. I want to see the good, but I fear there is no good. I can’t stop thinking about what others think of me, and I feel as if I am on a downward spiral. I also take everything so personally. When people are having a bad day and generally not talking to anyone, I wonder ‘what did I do?’ I don’t see myself as worthy of friendship and I spend much time alone. I love my solitude, but it does get lonely sometimes.
My fourth wish is for people to understand that words hurt. They take a lifetime to forget. I am 33 years old and still trying to get over certain things in elementary school.
My fifth wish is that everyone help one person this month. If everyone helped just one person in any way they need it, then the world will be a better place. Help out at a foodbank or homeless shelter. Volunteer at a hospital or animal shelter. Babysit for a friend, give someone bus fare, teach someone to read.
And with that, dear Santa, I will close my letter. I know you will do your part in helping, as will I do my part. Thank you for reading my humble letter.
