Do You Remember?

“Tis the Season…

To Believe in Santa Claus.

To decorate the tree, to sing the carols, to cook and shop and wrap and if you are a child…

To Dream…

To squeeze your eyes tight. Droopy eyes before sleep. Fingers crossed and with a hopeful heart, hoping that Santa will come soon…

The milk and cookies by the fireplace…the anticipation almost overwhelming enough to dare to peek…

Once, many many Christmases ago, I recall the exact day and time our boys stumbled upon their Christmas presents tucked away in a closet…and the Santa dream crashed with a thud. 

It broke their hearts and ours as well. 

They grew up just fine. 

Now they are parents of their very own little dreamers. 

Little dreamers, one of whom is at that precarious age, in classroom of no longer believers. Dream smattering soul crushing stinkers. 

So here I sit, making a Christmas Wish of my very own. 

One more year. 

Please Santa. 

Let him have one more year. 

One more year to treasure the fantasy of selfless giving. The joy of receiving. The imagination, just before the coming of sleep, to hear reindeer on the roof and the trailing HO HO HO as Santa soars across the sky. Let his dreams mingle with all those sweet youngsters across the globe whose hearts remain open to wonder and delight. 

Oh. And one more wish.

From me to Santa. 

Hold these young hearts tenderly, give them the magic of dreams. 

The wonder of hope. The sweetness of sharing. 

Most of all, please let them have memories of this Christmas. 

Let them keep this gift tucked away, till the day they too, will pass the love along. 

May you have the love of the Child in your dreams, dear friends. 

Merry Merry Christmas.