Christmas 2015 - My Letter to St. Nicholas

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My Dearest St. Nicholas,

In the corner of my living room, standing tall, my Christmas tree, with twinkling lights like fallen stars from heaven, reminds me that angels, shining brightly, are here, still with me despite having made their journey home to God. The ornaments, each one with a story to tell, are touched by me and joyful memories are somehow whispered through my hands and into my heart. Soon, the presents will be nestled below the piney boughs and I cry just a little remembering there will be fewer gifts this year - angels can't unwrap presents. Yet, I still feel the peace this time of year brings. I also feel the tears and wish I had a tissue.

I don't want much this year, Santa. To ask for peace, love, and joy, I must first bestow it upon others to know its true value and what it means to me. What I will ask of you is help in overcoming, if they cannot be removed, my fears. Reassure me that in giving love and joy, I will receive, or perhaps achieve, peaceful comfort that sometimes feels as far away as the stars pinned to heaven's gate.

And, Santa, I don't worry often, but ask that my children are kept safe from harm. The world hasn't, yet, figured out how to be peaceful, full of joy, and all-loving. So,  if you would help me share the kindness at home, with my family and friends, perhaps these selfless virtues can overcome a selfish world. Allow me to see the big picture, one of peace, love, and joy. Help me understand it is painted one brush stroke at a time and that the story is written one word at a time. Allow for words that are chosen carefully and with kindness and consideration.

And, to be kind to you, Santa, my gift to you is a tissue because tears can sting the edges and fall from eyes that often see little peace, love, or joy. But, on occasion, a different kind of tear wells up and I pray it is a happy one.  These tears are like the lights on my tree, glistening with memories, telling a story whispered by angels who shine with the hope of peace.

Merry Christmas, Santa. And, yes, I do believe.

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