A letter to Santa Claus
This is why it’s not important whether the jolly man in the red suit is real or not.
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.
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