Dear Santa

Dear Santa,

Long time no see!
I know, I know – you haven’t got a word from me for what… fifteen years… twenty… more? I must say I’ve been terribly engrossed. That’s no valid excuse, I admit, but still I hope you will turn a blind eye to this minor transgression.

Well… It’s been another absolutely massive year, innit? Ups and downs aplenty. Good news, not so good news, lots of crazy batshit going on. In other words, business as usual.

Should you ask me if it’s naughty or nice I’ve been, I’ll have to say that nothing is ever that clear-cut and black-and-white in this world. Not one single bit! Ever. It’s all just shades of grey. Well then, I’ve been on the lighter grey side – or so I choose to keep telling myself. Ignorance is bliss.

I didn’t get to achieve everything I set out to achieve but hey in such a case there would have been hardly anything left for me in the coming year, right? Yet, I did get to pull off quite a few things – even though I’m still a huge mess of a screwed up person. But I’m getting better, trust me! Someone has to.

Hear me now, I’m not going to beg for a cutest puppy, a fanciest watch, some shiny smooth shoes, a most exotic booze (of which I had quite a tad this year, to be perfectly honest) or a latest, coolest gadget whose name I can’t even pronounce. Hell no! All I care to ask for myself is sound health, serenity, the willingness to seize the day, and finally – the courage to pursue my dreams. And for the world we are blessed to live in I ask love, peace and unity.

Truly yours,
Timmy

PS Mum says you don’t exist but I know better.