It’s the second day of Christmas and here I am writing to you!
Surprise! I know. It’s been FOREVER. I’ll try not to leave it so long next time.
I wonder if you’ll even get this little email of mine. Do you have a computer in the North Pole? Do you even know what a computer is? Oh. Ha ha ha. Of COURSE you do, Santa— I’ll bet you’ve given a million of them away, in your time. Maybe even a billion. Well! However many you’ve given, I’m sure they’ve helped to change the world in some wonderful way.
I mean, I don’t really know…
Umm. Santa? I truly am sorry I haven’t written for so long. The thing is, somewhere along the line someone told me you weren’t real—which is completely ridiculous, I know, especially considering I can feel you right here in my heart.
I’ll never let you go Santa.
Nope. Not ever. And do you know why?
Because I believe in magic. I believe in the magic of you.
That’s okay, isn’t it? For a big kid like me to believe in you always and forever and always, again?
Because, Santa, you’ve gotta know this: the magic of you lit the fire inside me. The magic of you helped to build me—helped fill me with all the bits of happy—and I am just not cool with letting you slip away quite so easily.
Big kids are allowed to believe, aren’t we, Santa?
I really hope you write back.
I really hope you write back and say, ‘Yes, Brooke, it’s okay for big kids to believe, too.’ Because I think my joy butterflies need you to keep them alive, Santa, I really and truly do. After all, joy butterflies eat magic for breakfast, lunch AND dinner. Without you…my joy butterflies might starve!
I really have waffled on.
I just wanted you to know this, Santa, I haven’t forgotten you. You’re still here, always in my heart.
Christmas has always been a special time of year, for me.
It’s a time that brings people together, a time that turns our worldly differences into love hearts and butterflies (and we all know how much this girl loves love hearts and butterflies.)
So, this year, I’ve decided to celebrate with the people who bring out the love hearts and butterflies in me: YOU GUYS. (Aww. Group hug. ALL the love hearts.)
I’d so dearly love you to share the next twelve days with me.
I have no idea what they’ll bring and, to be honest, that’s really the way I like to live this little life of mine. There’s something so wondrous about waiting for life to reveal itself, wouldn’t you say?
Week by week. Day by day.
Moment by moment.
So. Let’s do this.
Let’s share this life of ours for all the days leading up to that jolly day itself.
Christmas. (Or whatever it is that you celebrate. Love is love is love, am I right? )
My rough plan is: day one will start tomorrow and I’ll carry on bugging you once a day until the 24th of December (Australian time, sorry to those of you overseas.)
Let’s do this.
It’ll be so super jolly, we won’t have any room left in our sparkly, love filled hearts.