Each year about this time my little home office morphs into Santa’s Village South. This transformation is now in its eighth year and has become a rather significant source of happiness for me. What exactly takes place in this make-shift Santa satellite operation? Well, quite a bit of imagination, a few late nights, lots of letter writing and a constant feeling of the Christmas spirit. See, I write letters to children from Santa Claus. I started doing this years ago for just a few friends and family members as Christmas gifts and over time, it turned into a seasonal home business, albeit, a very small one. But these aren’t your ‘run of the mill’ letters from Santa. No, these are extremely personalized and rather long letters that leave a child wondering how its possible for Santa to know so much about them. Add to that, the various antics and chaos caused by the elves and reindeer in each of my letters and I’m proud to say that my Santa Letters now have a sort of cult following. I’ve actually had the privilege of writing letters to some children their entire life, beginning when they were maybe just one or two years old and now they are almost ten. I’ve watched them grow up through the online forms their parents complete each year when they order their letter.
Here’s the catch – I only accept the first 200 orders. This allows me to make sure my letters remain very personalized and never rushed. Since I’ve been writing to some of these children their entire lives, I have to be very careful that a story about a mischievous elf or a reindeer that likes to wander off and play practical jokes with Jack Frost is never repeated. So, a copy of every letter I’ve ever written is kept in a file. No two letters are the same, that alone gives me an edge over the other companies offering this type of service. There is a family in Georgia that has four children and even though two of them no longer believe in the jolly man with the white beard, they still order a letter for all four of them. I’ve been writing their letters for five years now. That’s twenty different story lines! What I really enjoy is trying to connect their letters in some small way each year. I might write to the youngest and tell her how sorry I am for not writing her letter sooner but Santa had to have a meeting with the Elfin Behavioral Modification Committee to discuss her brother’s refusal to clean his room. Details like that really bring the magic of Christmas to a child – and to me as well. I’m about to celebrate yet another birthday but when I begin to write these letters each year, I’m a child again with all the awe and wonder that the Christmas season can bring.
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I guess you could say that I really do love the Christmas season. Not the shopping, not the way it has turned into a huge marketing opportunity and I will walk naked on hot coals while yodeling before I will step foot into a mall the day after Thanksgiving. What I love is the magic of the season. I love how, even if it’s just for a few days, everyone seems a little kinder, a bit gentler. I love the sounds and smells that fill my home. I enjoy unwrapping the Christmas ornaments and recalling who gave them to me or how old my daughter was when she made the reindeer out of felt that now only has one eye and a nose that is about to fall off. I love putting up my Angel tree that began when my little boy was in a coma during Christmas one year and people from all over the country, many I’ve never met, set him Angel ornaments.
And I love writing letters to children from Santa, knowing that in some small way, I was able to be a part of their childhood Christmas memories.
“Christmas can be celebrated in the school room with pine trees, tinsel and reindeer, but there must be no mention of the man whose birthday is being celebrated. One wonders how a teacher would answer if a student asked why it was called Christmas.” ~Ronald Reagan