Dear Santa,
I thought I'd write you since I don't think I've done that since I was seven or eight.
You know I really believed in you when I was young, even though some of my schoolmates would laugh at me. When I found out you weren't "real", I was very sad.
Now I'm an adult and a few years ago I came to a realization that you are real!
Now I know that you don't exist as a person in the flesh and blood world per se.
You exist in the hearts and minds of children, women and men who keep the magic of love and giving in their hearts.
Love and giving, two ideas of the Christmas season that have been lost in the commercialized frenzy that has become the Christmas season.
As you know, I know work as a cog in that retail machine that has helped to kill the Christmas spirit and corrupted it into a spending and credit card mayhem. For that I'm sorry and I do my best to bring the light and joy of the season to everyone I talk to during the day.
I hope I spread at least a little of your Christmas cheer to all...
In closing Santa, I wish you the very best of the Christmas season. Fly safe and true. I'll be sure to remember your closing words in that poem written so long ago:
"Merry Christmas to all, And to all a good night!"
Your friend,
Gregoire
