Did you ever write a letter to Santa? I don’t ever remember writing to him, so perhaps this letter is long overdue.
I know you’re busy at the North Pole right now, especially with all the wishes coming in from those who believe. While my list is long, I clearly don’t expect you to grant me all these wishes, but if you could see what you could do about a few of them, I believe my Christmas would be complete.
First, it would mean a great deal to me if you could deliver some much-needed cures for the diseases that plague our world ... cancer, Parkinson’s disease, diabetes, AIDS, muscular dystrophy, multiple sclerosis, Alzheimer’s ... I could go on and on. Santa, so many are suffering; so many are haunted by these diseases everyday; so many never know what tomorrow will bring because of these devastating illnesses. If you could just find room in your pack every year to eliminate one or two of these horrible diseases, there are many who would be eternally grateful.
While answering the aforementioned wish would be plenty ... I do have a few other things on my wish list. Any help would be much appreciated.
• I wish everyone could go to sleep at night in a warm bed in a warm home with a warm meal in their stomach. The idea of people living on the street, hungry people and all the atrocities that accompany that scenario is just too much to bear, Santa.
• I wish you could help people learn to love each other, despite the differences they each own. There’s just too much hatred, Santa. People die and are wounded in so many ways in the name of that hatred.
• Besides loving each other, I wish you could teach everyone to love themselves. Perhaps that’s where it all needs to start anyway. Too many lives are lost — young and old alike, by people, who by their own doing, don’t feel their life is worth living. If you could just bring them some self-esteem, wrap them in love and let them know how valuable their lives really are.
• I know this is a big list, Santa, but I wish everybody had at least one person to love ... who would love then back. Loneliness is a terrible feeling, and everyone deserves a friend to hold them, laugh with them, hug them and listen to them. Believe it or not, Santa, there are people in nursing homes who never get one visitor. Likewise, there are elderly folks living alone who long for someone to share their lives with. At the other end of the spectrum, there are children who never know what it feels like to hear the words, “I love you,” or who yearn for Mommy and/or Daddy to hold them tightly and feel safe in their arms.
• It’s probably wrong to ask you for this, Santa, but I wish everyone had a job and/or enough money to provide for themselves and those who they love.
• I wish you’d remind people how important it is for them to be kind to every living being, which includes animals who depend on humans for their care.
• And finally, Santa, a few wishes that are a bit more selfish — I wish my friend, Cathy in Nashville, my friend, Janelle in Phoenix, and my friend, Vanessa in San Diego lived closer. I miss them so. If you can’t bring them closer, though, at least keep them safe. I wish family members, specifically Becky in the state of Washington, also lived right around the corner. I wish for good health, love and happiness for my family and friends. And above all, I wish for kindness to prevail.
P.S. These are also the same wishes I offer every night to the big guy upstairs — the ultimate reason for the season. If you can help Him out, though, it would be much appreciated.
BCR Editor Terri Simon can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org. You can find her book, “Grandma’s Cookie Jar,” at area merchants, online at www.boxingdaybooks.com or by contacting Simon.