A Letter To Santa

"Give him a hunger for books, music and geography."

My five-year-old scribbled out his Christmas list. It's there by the fireplace. The Coke and chocolates are from him, in case you're hungry. You know 5-year-olds these days. The Cheez-Its 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.

• 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 tall.

• If he must grow up, Santa, make sure he still wants to sit on my lap at bedtime and read Frog & Toad together.

• 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 moms 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, child's feelings are as fragile as moth wings.

• Let him become a piano player, a soccer star or a clergyman. Or all three. Anything but a politician.

• 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.

• 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 is 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.

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

Be careful out there, Santa. And close the flue on your way up.

Cover image via Halfpoint I Shutterstock


This story is from 
Chicken Soup for the Soul: On Being a Parent: Inspirational, Humorous, and Heartwarming Stories about Parenthood © 2011 Chicken Soup for the Soul, LLC. All rights reserved.

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