On a day that was supposed to be relaxing and mellow, my hubby announced that the time had come for us to clean out the garage. Seeing the appearance of horror on my face, he quickly rephrased his statement. Acknowledging how much I do during the week, he suggested that I sit and do nothing while he attended to the chore.
Doing nothing is not something I know the best way to do, nevertheless it sounded a lot more appealing than cleansing the garage. In order to avoid feeling guilty, I went upstairs and made an effort to do nothing
A couple of hours later, my hubby arrived in to our own bedroom having a smile on his face as well as a stack of papers within his hand. “Letters to Santa,” he announced. He dropped them on the bed and headed back towards the garage.
As I began reading the letter our kids wrote many years ago, I couldn’t help but smile at how silly and gullible these people were then and exactly how grown up and mature they may have become. Then I had an understanding — why not get everyone to create a letter to Santa this season? It might be fun and interesting to see how their wish lists changed as they have become up.
At dinner, I announced my idea and was happily surprised when my “gang” didn’t believe that I had lost a marble or two. Afterwards, everyone disappeared into their rooms to compose their letters. Surprisingly, it took them a lot longer this time around around.
Because I read their “evolved” letters, it quickly became evident their priorities have changed however their values haven’t. I found that toys were substituted for “boys” or “girls.” Getting good grades was substituted for getting a good solid degree. Health and happiness was actually a priority for those, and peace in the world was a significant concern. It warmed my heart to see that my hubby and that i did something right, that we raised kids with good values and gold hearts.
My husband and I had similar requests of Santa. But I, obviously, had a lot more. First on my own list was immunity from acquiring any further pounds when i age (enough is sufficient!). I want that awesome body I never had, the legs that turn heads, and 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 wish to be skinny?
They were fun things to request, but if you decide to read my entire list you would observe that the truly important items came towards the end. I want our world to be at peace. I requested our kids to get happy and healthy. I asked for ckogtd parents and grandparents to get around us for many years to come. I asked in order to enjoy my children and their children, and i also wished to continue to be crazy about my husband as much as the day I married him.
After that fun exercise, most of us sat down to speak about what we wanted and exactly how we are going to obtain it. No matter what we asked for, we all agreed on one thing — whether you believe in Santa or not is irrelevant. The key would be to have confidence in yourself, then write down your list and go after it. Whenever you believe in yourself, the sky is the limit!