Dear Santa Claus,
It's that time of year again. I'm trying so hard to get into the Christmas Spirit this year. I celebrate the existence of Jesus year-round, so there's nothing new in that. But feeling the magic that comes from Christmastime is something I look forward to feeling every year. This year has been so hard on me that I'm having a little trouble. There are so many things I'd like to have and to do, and cheap gifts of candy and books and Christmas socks just aren't doing it this year. I haven't written a letter to you in many years, so I thought I might as well try it again this year. I do believe in you. My mother told me once that you are the embodiment of the Christmas Spirit that exists in all of us. I remember her and my father at this time of year more than any other. I celebrate them in you.
So, if it's possible, if I'm not too old for a Christmas Miracle, then I'd like you to grant this Christmas list for me, if you can. Most of it can't be wrapped and put beneath a tree (of any size), but it's what I really want for Christmas.
1. A job. A career would be nice, but I'm not trying to reach too far with this. I know I need to do a lot of this stuff myself. A job that I can do with my illness so that I can pay the bills would be fine.
2. Something I can invest myself in (career-wise). You know what I mean, I think. I'm looking for a mission.
3. Healing in my relationship with my husband, however it turns out. By this I mean peace and hope for the future.
4. A treadmill (used is just fine). I just need something I can exercise on in the winter. I watch so much TV these days and have to read, too, that a treadmill would be great because I could do those things while exercising.
5. A Smart phone
6. A Kindle Fire
7. A tablet computer
8. An MP3 player
9. A GPS for my car (this will help me when I search for jobs or travel for meetings and what-have-you)
10. Clothes (snazzy clothes for the job I need to get and some comfortable jeans would be nice too!)
11. A trip to Ireland, Scotland & England (this one is reaching, I know, but I've ALWAYS wanted to go)
12. Blessings for my family and friends and all those people who have helped me to stay afloat thus far.
I won't ask for healing of my illness because I think I have it for a reason. I won't ask for my pain to be taken away or for my parents to be alive again. I know these are things I have to accept. But I see the things I am asking for as building blocks and tools to help me do what I need to do to move forward. Of course, if you let me win the lottery, I could probably take care of everything myself except for #2 and #3. If I win a million dollars, I won't need #1, at least for awhile. It would sure take the pressure off. Is it silly to say I'm a pragmatist when I'm writing to Santa Claus for these things? :L I don't want to ask for much more than I need. A little surplus would be a nice offset to that constantly-going-into-the-red bank account. Whatever you can do, if anything, is appreciated ,Mr. Kringle. I wish I could give you more than cookies and milk. Maybe when you stop by, you could spend a few minute with my kitties on your lap purring? There's nothing like that sound to help you relax before heading off to do more good in the world. All my love,
Ilene Danielle
P.S. Could you bring some catnip, feathery balls on string, and fishy treats for the kitties (Oreo and Lizzie)? I know they'd appreciate it, too! Thanks for all you do!
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