My Letter to St. Nicholas 2020

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 My Dearest St. Nicholas,

It’s Christmas Eve and I know I’m writing to you a little late but, my words are hard to find this year. My thoughts are scattered and scrambled. Much like how this year has been, I find it difficult to weave my words into a beautiful tapestry or paint a pretty landscape that wraps us in the comforts we once shared; blessed with family and food, laughter and loving embraces. 

Santa, if you would remind me, perhaps nudge me gently, to look a little harder and to dig a bit deeper to uncover the joy. I know it’s there but, my eyes sometimes tear up and lose focus and my arms are tired. They’re tired from trying to carry the weight this year has dumped on the world. The uncertainty so many are facing hurts my heart and I wonder...are there enough prayers being said? Is it time to shout them loudly or, continue to kneel and whisper with my head boughed and my heart believing in the power of their words? 

As I sit, once again in the glow of soft light from the tiny bulbs adorning my tree, I do feel some comfort and, perhaps as an answered prayer, some peace. 

Santa, if you were to sit with me for a while I’d tell you tales of the ornaments hung on the boughs of my towering tree. You see, each one has a story to tell. A story of love and family. It’s often a struggle to hold in the tears as I place them on the branches. I have learned it’s best to not struggle and fight the tears. The ornaments are a collection of my life, of joyful times shared with my greatest blessing...my family. They are a reminder, because sometimes I forget, of times when life seemed more simple and I’m grateful for the memories and the tears that make my eyes shine like the lights on my tree. 

I know it’s already Christmas Eve, Santa, but if you could make some time to sit with those who have broken hearts and sadness overshadowing their joy, I’d ask you to take their hands, perhaps in prayer; dry their tears and, whisper their memories back into their hearts. 

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

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  1. AnonymousDecember 22, 2023 at 2:27 PM

    Wow , this is one of my favorites!! There’s nothing better then reading one of your Letters to Santa this time of year. Again, well done Karen

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