On a day that was supposed 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 how much I do during the week, he suggested that I sit and do nothing while he attended to the chore.
Doing nothing is not something I know the best way to do, nevertheless it sounded much more appealing than cleansing the garage. To prevent feeling guilty, I went upstairs and attempted to do nothing at all
A couple of hours later, my husband came 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 for the garage.
As 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 exactly how evolved and mature they may have become. I had an idea — why not get everyone to publish a letter to Santa this year? It would be fun and interesting to view how their wish lists changed since they have become up.
At dinner, I announced my idea and was pleasantly impressed when my “gang” didn’t think that I needed lost a marble or two. Afterwards, everyone disappeared to their rooms to compose their letters. Surprisingly, it took them much longer now around.
When I read their “grown up” letters, it quickly became evident their priorities have changed however values haven’t. I found that toys were replaced with “boys” or “girls.” Getting good grades was substituted with acquiring a good solid degree. Health and happiness was actually a priority for all, and peace in the world was an important concern. It warmed my heart to find out that my husband and I did something right, that we raised kids with good values and gold hearts.
My hubby and that i had similar requests of Santa. But I, needless to say, had many more. First on my own list was immunity from acquiring anymore pounds because 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?
They were fun things to request, but if you decide to read my entire list you would notice that the truly important items came right at the end. I want the world to be at peace. I requested our family to become happy and healthy. I requested ckogtd parents and grandparents to become around us for quite some time ahead. I asked in order to enjoy my children and their children, and that i wished to continue to be deeply in love with my hubby just as much as the day I married him.
After that fun exercise, all of us sat down to discuss what we wanted and just how we are going to have it. Regardless of the we asked for, we all agreed on one thing — whether you believe in Santa or otherwise is irrelevant. The key would be to have faith in yourself, then write down your list and go after it. Once you believe in yourself, the sky is the limit!