Christmas 2016 - Dear St. Nicholas
My Dearest St. Nicholas,
Each year, I thoughtfully pen my letters to ask for my Christmas wishes. I also enjoy letting you know I am at peace and I do feel the joy this time of year brings. There are moments, though, when I miss those I loved and want heaven just a little closer to home. But, I will trust as to why Angels were given wings.
Santa, this year I will ask for understanding. I have realized many often suffer, sometimes in silence, with profound heartache during this season. Their sorrows are etched into hearts that have broken. Their tears, held back, are locked away behind eyes that smile but without the joy that can make them sparkle. Would you mind, Santa, asking others to understand and be patient and loving? It may be the kindest gift given to someone who's sad.
Their reason for sadness is uniquely their own. Perhaps loved ones will not be touched, their hands not held in grace at Christmas dinner. Little ones without a lap, in which to nestle, on Grandpa's favorite chair. Family and friends with arms aching to accept a precious hug from children who have gone too far away. There are dreams that have faded, dimmed by clouds of doubt and hopes that sank with the weight of reality.
I understand the sadness and I pray for even the smallest sliver of light to brighten their darkest moments. I, too, will miss seeing eyes that smile with joy and long to hug, if only to embrace just one last time, those who are gone. I know they are with me, my heart tells me so, but my hands cannot hold theirs and those are the tears that sting the most.
So, Santa, I ask - as I do every year - for peace to embrace the broken hearted. For His light to shine in tear filled eyes and for hands to be joined with those who are here - or perhaps in prayer if you find yourself alone.
Merry Christmas, my dearest St. Nicholas.
Each year, I thoughtfully pen my letters to ask for my Christmas wishes. I also enjoy letting you know I am at peace and I do feel the joy this time of year brings. There are moments, though, when I miss those I loved and want heaven just a little closer to home. But, I will trust as to why Angels were given wings.
Santa, this year I will ask for understanding. I have realized many often suffer, sometimes in silence, with profound heartache during this season. Their sorrows are etched into hearts that have broken. Their tears, held back, are locked away behind eyes that smile but without the joy that can make them sparkle. Would you mind, Santa, asking others to understand and be patient and loving? It may be the kindest gift given to someone who's sad.
Their reason for sadness is uniquely their own. Perhaps loved ones will not be touched, their hands not held in grace at Christmas dinner. Little ones without a lap, in which to nestle, on Grandpa's favorite chair. Family and friends with arms aching to accept a precious hug from children who have gone too far away. There are dreams that have faded, dimmed by clouds of doubt and hopes that sank with the weight of reality.
I understand the sadness and I pray for even the smallest sliver of light to brighten their darkest moments. I, too, will miss seeing eyes that smile with joy and long to hug, if only to embrace just one last time, those who are gone. I know they are with me, my heart tells me so, but my hands cannot hold theirs and those are the tears that sting the most.
So, Santa, I ask - as I do every year - for peace to embrace the broken hearted. For His light to shine in tear filled eyes and for hands to be joined with those who are here - or perhaps in prayer if you find yourself alone.
Merry Christmas, my dearest St. Nicholas.
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