Many many years ago, when I was still a little girl, it was always around this time when I would start penning extravagantly long wish lists to Santa – asking for typical childhood desires like puppies, pretty dresses and new toys.
In the midst of material things I wished to own, there would always be one that wasn’t quite so superficial: For my mom and dad to stop fighting. And even though no one ever came right out to tell me that Santa didn’t exist (anymore), I eventually stopped believing in Christmas Magic because that wish never came true.
Now as a parent, I am wondering if I should encourage my kids to write letters to “Santa” so I can slyly find out what their true desires are. Needless to say, the psychic mom in me can almost predict that Josh will have a list containing stuff like Angry Birds Telepods, trips to snowy destinations, and other typical kid stuff. But part of me does wonder… would he ask Santa to make his mommy “less fat”?