When I asked people to send letters to me a few weeks ago, so I could get them to Santa, I did not think that I would receive so many.
Letters came from, China, Venezuela, Alaska, and even the remote country of New Jersey. A man in Moscow sent me a fur cap with flaps, which I understand is called an уша́нка. A woman from Canada sent a harmonica. Many have sent photographs, greeting cards, business cards, and a few have even sent their income tax returns.
My desk is buried in envelopes, and I am still working on reading all the letters, I am not half way through, and more letters keep arriving. And I’ll be honest, it has been eye opening. I truly mean that.
The first thing I can honestly say I have learned after reading so many letters from so many good people is: People are alike.
No matter where they are from, no matter what someone’s age, race, or creed, I have learned that everyone genuinely wants the same basic human thing: Money.
No, that was only a joke. What I actually learned is that everyone wants to be loved. I know this isn’t exactly new information, but if you were to read this statement over and over again, like I have, it might start to make an impression.
But enough from me. Here are a few excerpts from letters:
LAUREN, QUINCY; MASSACHUSETTS—“I want Santa to make me skinny this year. And if he won’t do it then I’ve decided I’m just going to be happy being fat.”
JULIA; WASHINGTON D.C.—“Help, I don’t know how to do calculus, Santa, and I’m barely holding onto a C, please do something.”
ZETA; ATLANTA—“Fix this weather, Santa. Hot and cold and hot and cold, I can’t figure out what to wear and it’s hard trying to dress cute.”
MYRA; HOUSTON, TEXAS—“Tell Santa that I am 24 years old, and I think I’m somewhat pretty, I totally know I’m not ugly, but I can’t seem to find a boy who will see the real me instead of just seeing my wheelchair.”
MIKE; SURREY, CANADA—“I am a single guy, and my brother is a widower and I moved in to help him raise his children. They have given my life a new meaning and just want to tell Santa that I don’t need anything this year because I have family.”
ELLEN (age 12); TAMPA, FLORIDA—“Santa, my dad said you’re free to help yourself to the beer in our fridge when you stop by.”
BOB; ST. PETERSBURG, FLORIDA—“As a priest, Santa, you are my hero. I ask humbly that you would make me your apprentice.”
DOROTHY; MODESTO, CALIFORNIA—“I just want to be free from chronic pain and get my life back.”
LEWIS; HUNTSVILLE, ALABAMA—“I miss my brother at Christmas time, he was my partner in crime. May he rest in peace.”
JAMES; DESTIN, FLORIDA—“I am a financial advisor, Santa, who is building a client base and I want to offer you an exciting investment opportunity, give me a call and we can talk about your financial future!”
DONNA; BIRMINGHAM, ALABAMA—“I want my cancer to disappear, but more than that, I want the teenage girl who takes chemo with me every Wednesday to get better.”
TONYA; ASHEVILLE, NORTH CAROLINA—“I love you, Sean, but that beard needs to go. You’re not bigfoot.”
AARON; FAIRBANKS, ALASKA—“I would like to make friends in my new school even though I’m shy and I get scared to talk to them. It’s hard.”
JODI; COLORADO SPRINGS—“…For my mom and dad to get back together.”
LANCE; COLUMBUS, GEORGIA—“I wish the girl in my homeroom would notice me because I’m a great guy if she would only get to know me.”
SHIRLEY; DOTHAN, ALABAMA—“I miss my dad and I hope he misses me, wherever he is.”
WILL; LUFKIN, TEXAS—“I wish old people would remember to turn off their blinkers.”
ANONYMOUS; BREWTON, ALABAMA—“For people to quit talking behind my back about me. Get a life, ladies.”
CARL; MONTEAGLE, TENNESSEE—“To see my kids more often.”
PETRA; PANAMA CITY, FLORIDA—“I only want to see my kids this Christmas, that’s enough for me.”
SANDI; RED WING, MINNESOTA—“I’d like for my kids to come visit me once in awhile.”
MEREDITH; KANSAS CITY—“My kids haven’t been to see me in a few months.”
SARA; PLANO, TEXAS—“I miss my kids so much.”
PATRICIA; CONCORD, MISSISSIPPI—“I wish my dad would take control of his health and quit sitting on his big butt and eating chips.
STEPHEN; SHAWNEE, KANSAS—“Santa, please help my son get better, I can not bear to lose him. God can take me instead.”
DANIELLE; ANDERSON, INDIANA—“I want to fall in love just once.”
TABITHA; BRISTOL, VIRGINIA—“My father deserves the best Christmas ever, Santa, this will probably be his last one.”
ALVIN; BIRMINGHAM, ALABAMA—“Santa, I sat down to write you a letter and I tore it up because I realized that a lot of people have bigger needs than me.”
LORRAINE; JOPLIN, MISSOURI—“Santa, I just found out I’m pregnant. I look forward to you visiting my house in the years to come. Bring diapers.”
RHONDA; MONTGOMERY, ALABAMA—“I get so depressed sometimes, I really want to feel like I’m not a waste of oxygen.”
TINA; LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA—“I want to go home to Mississippi.”
GARY; TIANJIN, CHINA—“I just want to come home.”
LAURIE; NEW YORK CITY—“Santa, please get me home.”
MARTIN; ORLANDO, FLORIDA—“Dear Santa, I want my mom to get over my dad’s death and remarry.”
SAMMY; UNMARKED—“Thanks for bringing my son’s dog back home, Santa. I love him so much and I love you, too.”
ME: Merry Christmas to all, and thank you for the letters. I will do my best to make sure they get into the right hands.
SANTA CLAUS: I’m way ahead of you.