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    Trying to figure this out JohnCollins's Avatar
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    A Dad's Letter to Santa

    A Father's Letter to Santa
    by David Chartrand
    as seen in the Wall Street Journal, 12/23/93

    Dear Santa:

    My five-year-old boy scribbled out his Christmas list. It's there by the fireplace. The Coke and M&M's are from him, in case you're hungry. You know five-year-olds these days. The Cheezits are from me.

    Santa, if you don't mind, I thought I'd go ahead and leave my list too. It's long, but do what you can. It's all I want for Christmas.

    Christmas List From His Father

    Santa, let my little boy grow up still believing that he has the funniest dad in the neighborhood. Give him many close friends, both boys and girls. May they fill his days with adventure, security and dirty fingernails.

    Leave his mom and me some magic dust that will keep him just the size he is now. We'd just as soon he stayed five years old and three feet, four inches. If he must grow up, make sure he still wants to sit on my lap at bedtime and read "The Frog and the Toad."

    If you can help it Santa, never let him be sent into war. His mother and I love our country, but we love our five-year-old boy more. While you're at it, give our world leaders a copy of "The Killer Angels," Michael Shaara's retelling of the Battle of Gettysburg. May it remind them that too many mom and dads have wept at Christmas for soldiers who died in battles that needn't have been fought.

    Let our house always be filled with slamming doors and toilet seats, which are the official sounds of little boys. Break it to him gently, Santa, that his dad won't always be able to carry him to bed at night or brush his teeth for him. Teach him courage in the face of such change.

    Let him understand that no matter how nice you are to everyone, the world will sometimes break your heart. As you know Santa, a child's feelings are as fragile as moth wings.

    Let him become a piano player, a soccer star or a priest. Or all three. Anything but a tax-and-spend Democrat. Give him a hunger for books, music and geography. May he be the first kid in kindergarten to be able to find Madagascar on a map. The kid's a born artist, Santa, so send more crayons. May our kitchen window and refrigerator doors be ever plastered with his sketches of surreal rainbows and horses with big ears.

    Through the years, steer him oh so carefully to that little girl destined to be his bride. Let his mother and me still be around when he walks her down the aisle. If there's a just God, let her daddy be obscenely rich.

    Grant him a heart that will cherish what his parents did right and forgive us for the mistakes we surely will have made over a lifetime of raising him. Let him not hold it against us that he was born with my chin and his mother's ears. Time will teach him that these are God's ways of girding him for life's adversities.

    Hold him steady on the day that he learns the truth about you and the Easter Bunny. May he take the news better than I did.

    While you're flying around the heavens, Santa, make sure God has heard our prayer for this child: Lead my little boy not into temptation; deliver him from evil.

    Be careful out there Santa. And close the flue on your way up.
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    Ahmen. That was sweet.
    If figureskating was easy they'd call it hockey. me
    If it's important they'll call back. me

    The question isn't who is going to let me;
    its who is going to stop me.
    Ayn Rand

    And so it begins,
    My eyes wide, yet I see only darkness.
    The world is mine, yet it crumbles with my touch.
    I can touch the stars with my thoughts,
    But the simplest of pleasures denied.
    All things must end they say;
    to end before beginning?
    Tis the sadest loss of all.
    M.P. (poet and author)

    "Tenderness and kindness are not signs of weakness and despair, but manifestations of strength and resolution."


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