Every year there is a tradition in my household to write a letter to Santa. I well realize Santa does not shimmy down the chimney every year (he prefers using the side door) but creating a letter reminds me of my youth. Some of the crazy letters I have constructed over the years have asked for things like pianos and puppies. Last year I asked Santa for a name besides “I don’t know.” This year, my letter will go something like this:
What a long year! Been eleven whole months since I heard from you last. Are you still fat? My vegan cooking seems to be slimming down everyone around here. Dad sure likes the quinoa salad I make. Of course the cookies too! This is a little besides the point I guess, you know the real reason why I am writing to you.
So I have been fairly good this year. Some Mom drama going on but I’m pretty sure every 17 year old has some Mom drama in their life. Correct me if I am wrong though. Danielle has been good this year too. She could use a math inclined elf in her stocking though because statistics just isn’t her cup of tea…
All I want for Christmas this year is a cure. Yes, you read right: a cure. Not some new fangled drug, which has five billion side effects or a short-lived remission. A cure please, not only for me, but also for everyone out there who has lupus. The greatest gift of all for me would to have good health again. To be able to live freely once more. Nothing will replace this request. I don’t want a gift card to Sears or a new bike.
Do not feel bad if you cannot fulfill this request. I know it’s a lot to ask from one jolly red man and his colony of elves. I might even be sounding a little too demanding here. I’m sorry if I am. I just really don’t want anything besides having a life again.
Please say “hi” to Mrs. Claus for me. I know she is busy right now trying to get hot cocoa stains out of your trousers (tsk, tsk…). Also say “hi” to the elves and tell them I really like the running socks last year.
Peace, hope, and love,