On a day which was meant to be relaxing and mellow, my husband announced that the time had come for us to clean out the garage. Seeing the look 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.
Not doing anything will not be something I know how to do, nevertheless it sounded far more appealing than cleansing the garage. To prevent feeling guilty, I went upstairs and made an effort to do nothing
Several hours later, my hubby started in to our own bedroom using a smile on his face and a stack of papers within his hand. “Letters to Santa,” he announced. He dropped them on the bed and headed back to the garage.
When I began reading the letter our kids wrote many years ago, I couldn’t help but smile at how silly and gullible these were then and just how grown up and mature they have got become. I had an idea — why not get everyone to publish a letter to Santa this season? It will be fun and interesting to view how their wish lists changed as they have grown up.
At dinner, I announced my idea and was happily surprised when my “gang” didn’t believe that I had lost a marble or two. Afterwards, everyone disappeared to their rooms to compose their letters. Surprisingly, it took them considerably longer this time around around.
As I read their “evolved” letters, it quickly became evident that the priorities have changed but their values haven’t. I found that toys were substituted with “boys” or “girls.” Getting good grades was substituted with acquiring a good solid degree. Health and happiness was actually a priority for many, and peace in the world was an essential concern. It warmed my heart to view that my partner and that i did something right, that we raised kids with good values and gold hearts.
My husband and i also had similar requests of Santa. However I, of course, had many more. First on my list was immunity from acquiring any further pounds as I get older (enough is sufficient!). 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 want to be skinny?
These were fun things to request, but should you read my entire list you would probably notice that the truly important items came towards the end. I want our world to become at peace. I requested our kids to get happy and healthy. I asked for ckogtd parents and grandparents to be around us for several years ahead. I asked to be able to enjoy my children along with their children, and that i wished to continue to be crazy about my hubby just as much as the day I married him.
After that fun exercise, most of us sat down to speak about what we wanted and just how we are going to have it. Regardless of the we asked for, most of us agreed on a single thing — whether you believe in Santa or otherwise is irrelevant. The key would be to have confidence in yourself, then write down your list and go after it. Once you believe in yourself, the sky is the limit!