An open letter to Father Christmas – Blogmas Day 5

An open letter to Father Christmas – Blogmas Day 5

Dear Santa,

Another year has passed and I cannot believe it is already December again. It’s been a very long time since we last spoke and for that, I apologise for being distant. I should have written to you the last few years and this year has left me wondering why I didn’t? Although I am now 21 and no longer little you were such a huge part of my childhood, I’m sorry for getting old and letting the festive spirit die. Christmas is a time for everyone no matter how little or old you are and you should appreciate the magic it holds.

Walking home late on Christmas eve on my dad’s shoulders, looking up at the sky waiting to see if I could see you in your sleigh, traveling around and giving all the children presents. I would point up in the sky to all the ‘airplanes’ I could see shouting “Daddy, look its Santa, it’s Santa”. Within the month of December, you brought me more joy, love, and hope that I could ever imagine as a child. The memories I have of waking up at 5 in the morning, sneaking into my brothers’ bedroom giggling, until the clock finally struck 7 am and we were allowed to wake my parents up.

As you can see, I am now attempting to become a responsible adult. Although, my definition of an adult would be someone who sleeps in a Unicorn onesie the night before Christmas and leaves out a mince pie and a glass of warm milk for the man in red and the long white beard. I still do refuse to believe you’re not real, who else would explain how my presents magically appear in my stocking by morning? I remember being a heartbroken 11-year-old girl when I found out the dreaded truth and I still choose to ignore it.

I hope I’ve made you proud this year and have made my way onto the nice list. I promise you, I’ve tried my hardest to be a good girl and I like to think I am. There isn’t much I have asked for this year and as long as I’m happy and healthy that’s all that really matters. The spirit of Christmas is not about how many gifts I receive, but whom I spend my Christmas with. I am so lucky to still have the most important people in my life. I may complain from time to time but really I don’t have all that much to complain about. I am extremely blessed that on December 25th every year, I get to spend the day waking up with my brother, mum, dad and nan. That is everything I need in life and I am thankful for that every day.

Lots of love,

Ashleigh.

 

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