An Open Letter to Santa

Dear Santa,

I hope this letter finds you well and jollier than most of us. I imagine the North Pole has been busy this the year, saving your otherwise-icy town from the effects of global warming and keeping an eye on children to know if they’ve naughty or nice. But … as it turns out, it’s the adults who needed to be kept an eye on.

I know it’s been a long time since I wrote you a letter, but after praying hard for little over a year, you’re my last hope. You see … I’m terrified of living in this world.  Things were never perfect, but I’ll take the imperfection any day over the giant toilet it’s become. In only a short period of time, our collective values have shifted so much, it’s almost unbearable. From an obsession with ourselves, to a loss of kindness, respect and compassion for others, the world has become one shallow, egocentric, ruthless place. I miss the good ol’ days, and by that I mean less than year and a half ago.

You know, I’ve been a good girl woman this year. So hopefully it won’t be too much to ask you for a Christmas gift? I promise, it’s just one.

I just want a break. A break from:

  • Natural disasters
  • Massacres
  • Injustices
  • Rising prices
  • Self-serving politicians
  • Bigotry
  • Arrogant bosses
  • Oppressing governments
  • War threats
  • Double standards
  • Increasing taxes
  • The Kardashians

A break is a good start―bonus points if you can turn it into something permanent.

Now, just for the record, I don’t have any ill-feelings for the Kardashians, but Santa, we could all use a little break from them. It’s long due.

Christmas Day is just a few days away. If that’s not enough time for you to work your magic, then maybe before New Years?

Thanks, Santa!


PS – I still believe. 🙂 end_carot_blk


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