Good evening, and welcome to my blog.
Christmas for adults is different to Christmas for Kids. Kids get all the anticipation and excitement, while adults just get the expense and the logistics to think about. I miss the excitement I use to feel as a child when it was Christmas, so I wondered what a letter written by an adult in that situation to Santa would look like.
This is what I came up with:
You probably weren’t expecting this letter from me after all this time, and to be honest I almost didn’t write it.
I say “write”, but as you can clearly see that this letter has been typed. You’ll have to excuse the company letterhead; the decision to contact you overcame me late at work one night. I hope this letter reaches you – using company printers for non-company purposes is a sackable offence.
It should reach you, I sent it in the traditional way – sealed the envelope, and then burnt it on the fireplace so that the ashes could go up the chimney for you to read. Actually, that isn’t exactly what happened. We don’t have a real fireplace, and when I tried to burnt the letter on our “fire-effect” gas fire, the corners just melted a little. In the end, I had to put it under the grill – but I did sprinkle the ashes out of the upstairs window closest to our false chimney.
By the way, you might find some melted cheese mixed in with this letter – we had cheese on toast the night before, and I forgot to wash the grill pan. I hope you can still make sense of it?
Anyway, let me get to the point: the reason I am writing to you Santa, is not for a train set, or a new bike (although an Xbox and a two-hour window each day without interruption to play it, would be awesome) or any gift at all; what this 46-year-old man would really, really like for Christmas is this:
I want the excitement of Christmas back.
I love Christmas, I always have – but as an adult I don’t feel the same excitement I did as a child. As a child, the excitement at Christmas you feel overrides everything else – the need to eat, sleep, pee, and sometimes, even breathe. Now, as an adult – the responsibilities put upon us (including those put on by ourselves) has dulled the excitement felt. Of course, as parents we look forward to seeing our children open their presents but the excitement we feel is diluted compared to the children themselves. It’s like third-party excitement, or diet excitement.
As we get older, we let life wear away at us. We get more responsibility, and attribute more importance to things like earning money, and so events like Christmas lose their magic, and just become a huge to-do list: have we got all the presents, have we ordered enough food and drink (even though we end up eating mince pies until March), when should we put up the Christmas decorations, who should we send cards to this year (only those who sent cards to us last year). It’s just chore, after chore, after chore.
I miss getting excited about Christmas – I mean really excited. I miss not being able to sleep on Christmas Eve. I still can’t sleep on Christmas Eve – but it’s because half the night the kids (who are high on excitement and sugar) are giggling incessantly, and then the other half of the night they are coming into our bedroom every 10 minutes asking if it’s time to get up yet.
I’m worried, Santa – worried that Christmas will be come just another day, just like my birthday. You can’t get excited about a birthday when you know that all you are going to get is socks, a nasal hair trimmer, and some “deep heat” pain relief gel.
Maybe this isn’t just about Christmas; maybe this is about life in general. Perhaps this letter is the manifestation of some deep-seated regret about all the chances I didn’t take, or all the decisions I made that I wasn’t sure about. Maybe it’s a wake-up call for me to look at my life and make some changes. Or maybe it’s those four boxes of chocolate liqueurs kicking in.
Whatever it is about, I hope that you will read this letter, and find a way to get me what I want for Christmas. I’m fairly sure that I’m on your “good” list – I have been a good boy this year, after all. Alright, I have been looking at Jenny from Human Resources when she is stood by the water cooler – but she is HOT!. I hope she is on your naughty list……
It’s the excitement of Christmas I miss Santa. I hope you will leave it under the tree for me.
Laurence (aged 46 1/2)