On a day which was supposed to be relaxing and mellow, my partner 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 exactly how much I do during the week, he suggested that I sit and do nothing while he attended to the chore.
Not doing anything is not really something I know how you can do, nevertheless it sounded much more appealing than cleansing the garage. In order to avoid feeling guilty, I went upstairs and attempted to do nothing
Several hours later, my hubby came in to our own bedroom using a smile on his face and a stack of papers in the hand. “Letters to Santa,” he announced. He dropped them on the bed and headed back to the garage.
When I began reading the letter our kids wrote a long time ago, I couldn’t help but smile at how silly and gullible these people were then and just how evolved and mature they have got become. I had a concept — why not get everyone to write a letter to Santa this season? It will be fun and interesting to find out how their wish lists changed because they have started up.
At dinner, I announced my idea and was pleasantly surprised 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 considerably longer this time around around.
Because I read their “evolved” letters, it quickly became evident that the priorities have changed however values haven’t. I found that toys were substituted with “boys” or “girls.” Getting good grades was substituted for obtaining a good solid degree. Health and happiness was a priority for many, and peace in the world was an essential concern. It warmed my heart to find out that my partner and that i did something right, we raised kids with good values and gold hearts.
My partner and i also had similar requests of Santa. But I, obviously, had much more. First in my list was immunity from acquiring any more pounds when i age (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 pass through me by unnoticed. I would like to be constantly, obliviously happy. And did I mention I want to be skinny?
They were fun things to ask for, but should you read my entire list you would probably see that the truly important items came towards the end. I want the world to become at peace. I requested our family to be happy and healthy. I asked for ckogtd parents and grandparents to be around us for several years to come. I asked so that you can enjoy my children along with their children, and i also wished to continue being in love with my partner around the day I married him.
After this fun exercise, we all sat down to discuss whatever we wanted and exactly how we are going to have it. Regardless of the we requested, most of us agreed using one thing — whether you think in Santa or otherwise not is irrelevant. The key is to believe in yourself, then write down your list and go after it. Whenever you have faith in yourself, the sky will be the limit!