Forgive me, Santa but I hate Christmas.
I have nothing against you. You look like a wonderful grandfather and a fun person. Your smiling face and friendly, is all I can tolerate in Christmas ads. And the phrase that made me happy during my childhood is: Ho, ho, ho Merry Christmas.
But I have to say that for a while it seems that you, the child Jesus and Buddha are on vacation during Christmas. (Clarified the Buddha, I am a Buddhist) At least for me. I can not remember when was the last time I had a happy Christmas. If I start reviewing, I would say that I hadn’t a good Christmas since the day my parents divorced when I was eleven. And that was the beginning of my continuing and disastrous Christmas. I remember coming home from school with my precious bottle of cologne, for he had saved all my pocket-money. It was the best gift for my father. I had found, his favorite perfume. I spent every Christmas day waiting for him to come back, as every Christmas.
I didn’t understand why my father was not home. I just remember myself sitting in a big office with my brother while my mother signed a bunch of papers, which a man dressed as lords gray in Momo gave to her . My mother who remained serious and in silent.
The rest of my Christmases have been, like drinking maple syrup without close my nose.
And as an adult, things have not improved. The day my husband was diagnosed with cancer, was four days before Christmas. He died just a month before Christmas.
And my only car accident of was on Christmas in 1999. I could go on with the endless list of disastrous christmas I’ve had in my life. So you understand that I can only hate these dates.
I do understand that I live in Europe, and the temperature at this time is unbearably cold. So understand the three of you decide to take a trip to Costa Rica or a vacation to the Bahamas, to surf and enjoy the tropical delicacies. But ¿does it have to be at the expense of my happiness ?
Dear Santa, I hope that after this letter, you take the hassles to give me a decent Christmas. I do not want anything special. Only some joy, health, work, money and fulfill my dream of traveling the world specifically to africa. If you think is to far, the India also seems a good idea. As yo can see , what I ask you is no too much. Really, is not like suddenly becoming Beyoncé , without going through destiny child. What I am asking you is what I call understand happiness. Because there is no perfect happiness, but those moments that make life worthwhile. And have those moments is what I ask.
I hope you tell all this I have told you to Buda and the baby Jesus.
If you have time left ? Send an email to the Virgin Mary, you know that mothers have the last word.