Dear Mr. Claus,
It’s been quiet a few years since I have last written to you, and in that time quite a lot has happened. I kissed a boy for the first time, I travelled around the globe, welcomed three beautiful nephews into my life and grieved for one; I finished school, moved out of home and even started up my little blog. Yes, I’m a far cry from the little girl with braids that you used once knew.
Growing up Christmas was always my favourite season, I remember staying up as late as my tiny tired eyes could handle in the hope of catching a glimpse of you and your reindeer friends; in fact on Christmas eve of 2003 I was so certain that I saw you flying in the sky that even to this day I still question myself a little bit.
These days I don’t sit out and wait for your sleigh bells at night and whilst I haven’t written a letter to you in probably a decade, I appreciate you so much more. It’s funny how that works isn’t it? You see, growing up I was mesmerised by the magic of your elves and left in awe by the Christmas gifts just begging to be unwrapped every December 25th. Now however, I’m a little bit wiser and I know that it’s not you that wrapped those gifts or took the bite out of the biscuit I left on the mantlepiece. You are so much more.
You are the excitement in every child’s eye and the wonder in their heart. You are the song on the radio that I find myself singing along to with a smile and the warm conversations with friends over a stuffed Turkey. You are the countless Blogmas posts I read and laugh along too, and the joy that millions of people around the world (including me) get from watching the 24 days of Zoella every Christmas. You are Mr. Claus, the spirit in everything we do and everyone we meet.
So I just wanted to wish a Merry Christmas to you, and even though I may not write to you as often as I once did, I still believe.
Love, Angela xx.