Dear Santa,
I know how much I have neglected the Christmas spirit on the past years. But I hope you can understand me. Many things were happening and most of them took the time together with Christmas. I am sorry.
I hope it is not too late to write you this letter. I think I have been a good girl this year. I didn’t lie – maybe tiny little ones, not to hurt anybody, but not big ones – I didn’t cheat. I tried to love this year, Santa. And I loved my family. And I noticed how important it is, to be together with them.
For this Christmas, Santa, I wish those things:
… patience. To let the time do its “thing” and heal my wounds. This year was really tough for me. I lost people I loved, people lied to me. Please give me patience to wait for the wounds to heal.
… peace and health to my family and me. I think we have suffered enough and it cuts my heart to see how my family is suffering with the losses. Please give them peace for Christmas.
… and at last, but not least, but only if it’s possible, Santa, a love. A true one. A one that I can love and love me with the same intensity back. Santa, please, give me a true man, not a boy. He can have the heart of a boy, pure and loving, but the head and courage of a man. He doesn’t have to be stunning, but he has to be charming before my eyes. Speaking of eyes, he has to have beautiful eyes, that shine when they see me and smile when he smiles. And a smile that is so beautiful that make me smile too. He has to have strong and big arms, so he can embrace me and protect me from my fears. He has to have strong shoulders, to bare the weight of the world and to let my head rest there and have the sweetest of my dreams. He has to have a wit so quick as mine, so we can have the most stupid but funniest jokes. He has to have big and strong hands, to build with me fortresses. But at the same time, they have to be soft when they touch me, so goosebumps come to my stomach. He doesn’t have to be afraid of feelings, even being those good or bad.
I am a warrior, Santa, not a princess, so I cannot have princes. They turn out to be frogs in the end. Please, Santa, give me a knight. I don’t want Arthurs anymore. I want my Lancelot.
I know this is a lot, Santa, but if you give me the two first items, I am really happy already. But the third one would make me very very very happy.
Thank you for reading this late letter, Santa. And if you can make my wishes come true, I will be thankful for the rest of my life.
Sincerely yours,
Carolina.
