• Thu. Dec 8th, 2022

Note to my son from a dear old friend:

Jun 25, 2007

There comes a time in every kid’s life when the mystery of life is annoying. You want to KNOW everything. When you don’t know things, it is just something that must be solved. A puzzle that just needs you to put your hands on it to solve it to make it fit in your mind. It’s that time when the fantasy and pretend world is less attractive. When you become more interested in the world outside you, than you are in the world inside you. For the next 15 to 20 years, you will explore the world around you, and try to find your place in it. At the end of that time, you will find that the world inside you is a much better place than the one out here, and you will turn back to it. Inside there, you will find the Easter Bunny. Santa will be waiting.

About that time in your life you will see grown men singing songs in the street like children, as if seeing them for the first time. You will see moms and children alike with that sparkle in their eye waiting for the people they love to open gifts on Christmas morning. What is so difficult to explain, is that there IS an Easter Bunny. There IS a Santa Claus, but they are harder to see. They are not where you can put your hands on them, or see them, or smell them, they are spirits. It’s that spirit that makes old men act like boys, and makes you give gifts to people that you have never met before, or are likely to ever meet again. Santa, and the Easter Bunny are very real, and your mom isn’t immune to their power, any more than anyone else. The smile on your face on Christmas when you open a present you didn’t ever expect, but truly love, makes her happier than anything.

Do yourself a favor. Don’t ever stop believing in Santa, or the Easter Bunny. Just because your mom is infected by the spirit of Christmas doesn’t mean that the spirit doesn’t exist. Just the opposite, it means that the spirit of Christmas is alive and well. Santa is working right along, and the Easter bunny is painting up the eggs. When you feel the urge to give your mom a gift for Christmas, or send Dessa a really cool toy you saw, remember that Santa works through you too

All you have to do? Believe. I believe. Don’t you?

Em

I'm Me!

One thought on “Note to my son from a dear old friend:”
  1. Today I finally had the time to read this to my son. He really liked it and made him think. I’m not sure if he completely understood this, but I will keep it for him and share it with him again when the subject comes up. He remembers things, though, and I’m certain once it sinks in, he will have more questions and thoughts and ideas. He always surprises me with the way his mind works. I am so proud of him

    Thank you, my dear friend, for sharing this with him. Yes. I told him who wrote it and he had a big smile.

    *huggles*

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