On a day which was meant to be relaxing and mellow, my partner announced that the time had come for us to clean out the garage. Seeing the appearance of horror on my face, he quickly rephrased his statement. Acknowledging just how much I do during the week, he suggested that I sit and do nothing while he attended to the chore.
Doing nothing will not be something I know how you can do, nevertheless it sounded far more appealing than washing the garage. In order to avoid feeling guilty, I went upstairs and made an effort to do nothing
A couple of hours later, my husband came in to our own bedroom with a smile on his face and a stack of papers in his hand. “Letters to Santa,” he announced. He dropped them on the bed and headed back for the garage.
Because I began reading the letter our kids wrote a long time ago, I couldn’t help but smile at how silly and gullible these people were then and exactly how evolved and mature they may have become. Then I had a concept — why not get everyone to publish a letter to Santa this season? It might be fun and interesting to see how their wish lists changed since they have grown up.
At dinner, I announced my idea and was pleasantly impressed when my “gang” didn’t think that I needed lost a marble or two. Afterwards, everyone disappeared into their rooms to compose their letters. Surprisingly, it took them a lot longer this time around.
As I read their “evolved” letters, it quickly became evident that their priorities have changed however their values haven’t. I found that toys were substituted for “boys” or “girls.” Getting good grades was substituted with getting a good solid degree. Health insurance and happiness had been a priority for all, and peace in the world was an important concern. It warmed my heart to view that my hubby and I did something right, we raised kids with good values and gold hearts.
My partner and I had similar requests of Santa. But I, of course, had much more. First in my list was immunity from acquiring any more pounds because i age (enough will do!). I want that awesome body I never had, the legs that turn heads, and also the flawless skin without wrinkles. I want my 20/20 vision to stick around just a bit longer and menopause to move me by unnoticed. I want to be constantly, obliviously happy. And did I mention I wish to be skinny?
They were fun things to ask for, but if you decide to read my entire list you would observe that the truly important items came towards the end. I want our society to get at peace. I asked for my family to get happy and healthy. I asked for ckogtd parents and grandparents to become around us for quite some time ahead. I asked so that you can enjoy my children as well as their children, and I desired to continue being deeply in love with my hubby as much as the day I married him.
Following this fun exercise, all of us sat down to talk about what we should wanted and how we are going to have it. Regardless of the we asked for, most of us agreed on one thing — whether you think in Santa or otherwise is irrelevant. The key would be to believe in yourself, then write down your list and go after it. Whenever you have confidence in yourself, the sky is the limit!