All I Want for Christmas

Santa,

Here’s my heart’s desire: give me heart-wrenching, deep, passionate, pure love. The kind they show in movies. The kind people can’t stop singing about. The kind every teen girl dreams of and most adults dismiss. The kind that promises hard times but enough steadfastness to see it through to old age and death do you part. The kind that makes you want to cry it cuts so deep, but that makes life worth its misery and mess.
Yeah it’s a tall order, a useless prayer. I remember the boundless hope of youth, the way I thought that if I wanted something enough, believed and wished intensely enough, that of course it would somehow find a way to come true. I was special and life was full of joy and potential. I am overly romantic. But I really want magic and if I can’t ask for it at Christmas, then I don’t know when else.


Cheers,
Sarah