On a day which was meant to be relaxing and mellow, my husband 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 just how much I do during the week, he suggested that I sit and do nothing while he attended to the chore.
Not doing anything is not something I know how you can do, nevertheless it sounded a lot more appealing than washing the garage. To avoid feeling guilty, I went upstairs and made an effort to do nothing at all
A few hours later, my hubby started in to our own bedroom with a smile on his face along with a stack of papers in his hand. “Letters to Santa,” he announced. He dropped them on the bed and headed back towards the garage.
When I began reading the letter our kids wrote many years ago, I couldn’t help but smile at how silly and gullible they were then and just how grown up and mature they have got become. I had an understanding — why not get everyone to publish a letter to Santa this coming year? It will be fun and interesting to view how their wish lists changed since they have started up.
At dinner, I announced my idea and was happily surprised when my “gang” didn’t believe that I needed lost a marble or two. Afterwards, everyone disappeared to their rooms to compose their letters. Surprisingly, it took them a lot longer this time around around.
As I read their “evolved” letters, it quickly became evident that their priorities have changed however their values haven’t. I found that toys were substituted with “boys” or “girls.” Getting good grades was substituted for getting a good solid degree. Health insurance and happiness was a priority for many, and peace on earth was an essential concern. It warmed my heart to find out that my husband and I did something right, that people raised kids with good values and gold hearts.
My husband and I had similar requests of Santa. Having Said That I, of course, had much more. First on my own list was immunity from acquiring any further pounds when i get older (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 me by unnoticed. I would like to be constantly, obliviously happy. And did I mention I want to be skinny?
They were fun things to request, but should you read my entire list you would probably see that the truly important items came towards the end. I want the world to be at peace. I asked for our family to become happy and healthy. I requested ckogtd parents and grandparents to be around us for quite some time ahead. I asked in order to enjoy my children along with their children, and I wished to continue to be in love with my partner around the day I married him.
After this fun exercise, most of us sat down to talk about what we should wanted and how we are going to get it. Regardless of what we asked for, most of us agreed using one thing — whether you feel in Santa or otherwise not is irrelevant. The key would be to have confidence in yourself, then write down your list and go after it. Once you have confidence in yourself, the sky is the limit!