Maybe it’s the writer in me, but I really like letters to Santa. It was my favorite Christmas tradition growing up, and it’s one of many I’m trying to pass down to my children. You can have the lights and the cookies and the secret stashes of presents. Just give me those letters, and I’m good.
The great thing about our local newspaper is that around this time every year they’ll publish two pages worth of Dear Santa letters from local children. It is also as far as I can tell the only news that is ever worth reading. In the span of a few short words, the curtains drawn over these tiny individual lives are pulled back to reveal both triumphs and heartaches, hopes and fears. They are amazing, each and every one.
It’s in honor of that occasion that I’m posting a few of those letters (along with some thoughts of my own) over at katdish’s blog today. Stop over there. Maybe you’ll remember those letters of your own. Maybe you’ll be inspired to write one yourself. But either way, the words of those children will touch your heart. And maybe you’ll realize what I did–that they’re not letters at all as much as prayers.