A let­ter to Santa Claus

This is why it’s not im­por­tant whether the jolly man in the red suit is real or not.

The Star Malaysia - Star2 - - LIVING - By LEE CHEE HO star2@thes­tar.com.my

COME ev­ery Christ­mas sea­son, there are folk who ac­tu­ally write let­ters to Santa Claus, be it via snail mail or e-mail. And, yes, you can also send a voice mail to good old St Nick nowa­days. Re­cently I read that, this year, Santa re­ceived a whop­ping eight mil­lion mis­sives!

The other day dur­ing lunch break, one of my col­leagues, JN, told me that her son used to love writ­ing to Santa when he was in pri­mary school. Dur­ing each hol­i­day sea­son, she en­cour­aged Jonathan to pen a let­ter to Santa, which JN would then “de­liver” to Fa­ther Christ­mas. Of course, she just read it, noted what Christ­mas present he wanted for that year, and then put it away in the drawer, to­gether with his past let­ters.

JN told me about a spe­cial Dear Santa let­ter that Jonathan wrote when he was 12 years old. She doesn’t have the let­ter any more but she still re­mem­bers clearly its essence and shared it with me that af­ter­noon. I have writ­ten it out in my own words here to share with you. Dear Santa, I have been good all year, prob­a­bly un­til now. Be­fore I go on, I would like to let you know that I do not be­lieve you ex­ist. What­ever they call you – Santa Claus, Kris Kringle, Saint Ni­cholas or Fa­ther Christ­mas – you are just a fic­tional char­ac­ter.

“Bah! Hum­bug!” You are not a real per­son. The jolly, portly white-bearded man in a red suit who lives in the North Pole and brings gifts to the homes of well-be­haved chil­dren on the night be­fore Christ­mas is one big fake. So I’m not go­ing to leave cook­ies and milk out to waste this Christ­mas.

I know you will ask me, if I don’t be­lieve you ex­ist, why am I writ­ing this let­ter to you? Well, who­ever you are, you’re a fig­ment of my imag­i­na­tion. I’ve al­ready fig­ured it out. But, sur­pris­ingly, you have man­aged to ap­pear very real and very pop­u­lar all over the world, all this time. To mil­lions of peo­ple, par­tic­u­larly kids, you’re a per­fect fa­therly fig­ure. I must ad­mit, you are more be­liev­able, trust­wor­thy and lov­able than many real folk on earth.

I can’t imag­ine what will hap­pen if you’re not part of Christ­mas any more. You have been so syn­ony­mous with this fes­tive sea­son for so long. You help to re­unite fam­ily mem­bers for Christ­mas, bring won­der and joy to chil­dren, add ex­cite­ment to gift giv­ing and re­ceiv­ing, and spread the Christ­mas spirit across the land. Just your hearty and joy­ful “ho-ho-ho” is enough to get us into the Christ­mas mood.

Come the Yule­tide sea­son, chil­dren ev­ery­where will wait for their Christ­mas wishes to come true. They put so much hope and trust in you, even though they haven’t met you per­son­ally. I know you have never claimed to ex­ist. It’s the peo­ple who be­lieve in you. They say you ex­ist as cer­tain as love, gen­eros­ity and de­vo­tion do.

I know no one has ever seen the real Santa Claus, but that doesn’t mean there is no ac­tual Santa Claus. Frankly, I truly want to be­lieve you are real. As real as the warmth of sun­shine, the sweet­ness of candy cane, and the pure de­light of chil­dren laugh­ter.

I have only one Christ­mas wish this year. I wish there will be more peo­ple like you. Now I think that it’s not im­por­tant whether you’re real or not. The thing is, you bring so much hope, hap­pi­ness and joy to the world.

I’m be­gin­ning to feel it’s go­ing to be the most won­der­ful Christ­mas this year. Merry Christ­mas, Santa. Love, Jonathan PS My place doesn’t have a chim­ney. I’ll leave you a jar of cook­ies and a packet of milk next to the Christ­mas tree on the bal­cony.

This page is for sto­ries that are heart­warm­ing or thought-pro­vok­ing. If you have an orig­i­nal one to share, e-mail it to star2.heart@thes­tar.com.my.

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