A Holiday Tradition
Right after Thanksgiving, when I was 9 years old, I sat down at the kitchen table and carefully chose a clean, white piece of paper and my favorite color crayon. This year’s Santa letter was extremely important. I had worn the pages out of that old Sears Toy Catalog dreaming of all those wonderful toys. It was critical that Santa knew exactly what I wanted and why I deserved it. I had marked the envelope “Extremely Urgent” in hopes that Santa would read my letter first. Those weeks spent waiting were an eternity. Then the big day had finally arrived. Would Santa fulfill my greatest wishes?
