Dear Santa…

I originally wrote this post down on my editorial calendar with the intention of making it a humorous piece.  What does this twin mom want from Santa?  In light of the recent tragedy at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut, I decided to take this post a different direction.  It just seems appropriate.

Dear Santa,

 

I have been so very good this year.  Or, at least I have tried.  I have tried to not yell at my kids.  I have tried to be the best mommy in the world.  I have tried to protect them from the evil in the world.  I have tried to teach them right from wrong and how to be polite.  I have tried.  And, a lot of times I have failed.

 

Last week, twenty little children lost their lives because of a crazy gunman.  They were in a place that should be safe.  A safe haven for learning.  A safe haven from the outside world.  Instead, they were not given a choice to grow up.  They were not given a choice to become who they were meant to be.  The question is why.  I know, Santa, that is a question for God not for you.  There are twenty sets of parents who have to spend Christmas without their babies.  Twenty families too many.

 

I was going to ask for a bunch of gifts this year.  Fun things like a brand new iPad and a Keurig coffee maker.  I don’t want those things anymore, Santa.  I want you to bring peace to those twenty families.  I want you to hold them close and let them know those children didn’t die in vain.  I want you to return my presents to the store and instead dole out peace to the world.

 

I want safe schools Santa.  I want my kids to grow up like I did… not having to worry about bad people or bad situations.  I want to be able to take my kids outside to play and not have to worry who is nearby or what might happen to them.  I want to be able to drop them off at school and not worry if they will be alive when I come back to pick them up.

 

I want happy and healthy kids.  I want kids worldwide to be safe from harm, whether from strangers or family members.  I want kids around the world to be given a chance to excel and succeed in whatever they choose to do.

 

Santa, for Christmas, I just want the world to be right again.

 

I want there to be peace throughout the land.

 

I want all children– including mine– to grow up without fear.  To grow up to be what they are supposed to be.

 

So, Santa, don’t bring me anything this year.  All I want is peace.