Christmas Eve

Dear Santa Claus,

Let me preface this letter by saying how exceedingly good I have been in the last 365 days. I finished applying to college, aced my classes, got into a great school, graduated high school, travelled through France and Italy, moved to Seattle, and was very successful in my first quarter of college. And those are just the big events. Everyday events of goodness where also prevalent this year. Which is why this Christmas I deserve presents and not coal.

These are some suggestions:

Perfume
A digital camera
A brown sweater
A navy scarf
And a pedicure

That's all I can think of off the top of my head. I think you might have some good ideas too. The older I get, the younger I feel around to holidays. Baking and eating candies and cookies, and getting presents and Giving presents. It brings about a sense of childhood youth that I find so endearing about the Christmas season.

This is the season of... Giving? Family? Love? Jesus? I don't know if I can really quite say. I'm not exceedingly religious so the whole Jesus, manger, wisemen thing doesn't really do it for me; although if it does for you-- props to you, your faith is commendable in this modern day cynicism. But that's a whole other story. It's a time for people to be brought together. Whether by giving or family or love. People come together on this day of wonderment.

So I commend you Santa Claus, you manange to be a man to be admired. And I'm not just kissing ass to get presents. Year after year you remain strong. Maybe you should consider running for political office. You'd have my vote.

Merry Christmas!