I know I haven’t been the best this year, and I know you probably have a lot on your mind but can you please give me a beautiful wrapped up present? I know my house doesn’t have a chimney but can you try to barge in through the door or maybe sneak into my bedroom’s window, you know, make an effort to get to me? I know that there are a lot of other girls that deserve your visit way more than I do, but can you make some time for me too and pop in just to say Hi?
I know I’ve outgrown my Christmas outfit, and now I know that you’re fake and that Coca Cola created you somehow, but a little part of me still loves you. A little part of me still believes in you, your reindeers, your red suit, and your sleigh.
A little part of me will never let go of what you mean to me because although I've been bad, and probably don't deserve my stockings to be full this year; I still want someone to believe in me. Someone to make an effort to appreciate me and show it. Even if that someone is a fat, old, red-cheeked man that could easily be mistaken for a burglar. Someone that doesn’t exist, and is probably one of my parents dressed up in a cheap, velvet red jumpsuit. Someone that doesn’t judge me or the things I've done even if it’s just for a day. Someone that will get me a present even when I don't deserve it.
Santa, please come over this year, I need for you to believe in me like old times.
Sincerely,
Your Little Angel.
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