It’s been a long time. I know.
Trust me, it’s not just you. I haven’t written the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy or even my Fairy godmother. I have been quiet.
I don’t have an answer why. Perhaps, because I did what I swore I wouldn't do.
I grew up.
It’s time I get something off my chest, it’s been bugging me all year and I feel like it needs to be said.
I miss you. Well… I miss what you used to bring me.
I miss being excited during the holidays. I miss the butterflies in my stomach as I anticipated the upcoming carols and beautiful ornaments. I miss going to the mall and hustling through throngs of people while trying to find the “perfect” gift for someone.
I miss bad slipper socks and rollers in my hair as I wonder if Santa is going to sneak in my room to make sure I am sleeping. I miss looking in my parent’s closet for where they hid my gifts. I miss getting a new holiday outfit for photos and church on Christmas Eve filled with bells and beautiful choirs.
It wasn’t the physical things you brought, it was the mental. The child-like excitement that comes with understanding that something special is going on with the decorated trees and jingle bells.
Is there any way you can bring it back for me this year? I believe that my kids get it; they are excited because they don’t know anything else. However, I need a little push; I need some help to get back into the spirit of things.
I promise I won’t bug you during the summer when you are on vacation and I will send you fruit instead of cookies this year. I am not asking for more than my share, but if you could take the time to reward the little girl that tried so hard to be good, I’d really appreciate it.