Letters to Santa

So, remember how I've told you that I have the best mom ever? Not only has she been super cool & super smart since circa 1974 (and probably before then, it's just that that's when my own personal experience with her started)... but she's kept evidence such as the Santa Letter above as proof that once upon a time, I dictated letters to Santa. (And, you'll note, I'm sure... I was a bossy little thing, even when I was 5 "we are a good family every year - give us toys every year". Hey, at least I knew to be good, okay? And I knew that The Big Man was a mutual fan of Egg Nog.) Too, too funny.

This year, maybe a little bit more than in years previous, I'm incredibly grateful for parents who encouraged me to believe. Not only in Santa, but in Christ and in the Atonement, and in the basic goodness in humanity. It turns out that, once again, Mom is right... there is magic everywhere, if you're willing to look for it. :) I'm incredibly grateful for the childhood that I had, for the life that I have had. I am one of the most blessed people I know... my mind reels, really, when I try to figure out why I have all that I have. I know that I'm a little old to write letters to Santa, but if I could... I'm pretty sure that, this year, all I would say is "Thank you." Oh, right... and "the Egg Nog's in the fridge"...

Merry Christmas, ya'll....