I recently saw someone do this and wanted to do it myself, in my own way and with own my own take on it. Before anyone asks, I know Santa is not real (hope I haven’t spoilt that for anyone) but I felt like there was somethings I had to say.
Here we go:
It’s been a long time since I wrote to you, probably years come to think of it. I’ve grown a bit since then, or at least I would love to think so anyway.
You know how life is. Just because circumstances change, doesn’t mean we have to also, right? Not fully anyway.
I hope that makes sense, because that’s how I’ve been feeling a lot recently. Although things are changing for me, it doesn’t mean that I want to lose sight of who I am or who I was when I was younger.
As you will probably remember, I was quite an excitable young thing, very outgoing, wanting every gift possible when it came to writing to you in previous years.
I remember when my mom used to give me the Argos magazine so I could pick all the toys that I wanted from it but I would always ended up picking about 10 things from every page. I could never decide. I just wanted them all.
Once I had chosen, the next part was easier, write the list and send it off to you, or at least that’s what I thought I was doing, for those wonderful few years.
When it was first hinted that you were not real, I didn’t want to let go, because I thought that it would ruin the magic of Christmas, but now I know it’s not just that part of that made it magic, it was everything else as well as that. I am so glad of it. Christmas is still as fantastic as ever and I couldn’t be happier.
I miss believing in you, but at the same time I love where my life is heading and I wouldn’t change it for the world.
So I guess all I want is to remain the way I am going. I am proud of the person I a becoming. I may not be perfect. I make a lot of mistakes on the daily but I can’t wait to see what else is to come.
For one last time, thank you and Merry Christmas Santa,
Love your old pal Chloe.