The Christmas Mirror: Santa's Last Letter to a Wonderful Child.

(Note: Don't ask me how I came to be in possession of this letter from Santa. I'll never tell. Will.)

My Dearest Child,

Word has gotten back to me that you are starting to doubt that I exist.

That's Ok. It is as it should be.

It is ok if you no longer believe in me -

because what is important now, not only to me

 but to your parents and the world as well -

is that you now begin to believe in YOU.

And who you are

And in What you can do.

For you are a such a special child

Just as all children are.

You were born in heaven.

Yes, God made you.

And he gave you as a special gift to your parents

who were also made in heaven

but whose wings grew tarnished

and fell off after arriving on earth...

and living there awhile.

And in so doing, may not have done everyting

 they should have or could have to love you in the way God wanted them to.

But they did and still do love you

and always will

just as I do.

And I am not perfect either

as I guess you have seen.

But I have tried to bring you

the toys you have wanted year after year

And hope that some of them

will live on in your memory.

But now it's time for me

to be gone.

And for you to live on,

Going forward to become a big person...

Big in heart

and big in hope

and big in love

and dreams

for all good things to happen

to all people every where.

But before I go I want to tell you something:

You have seen many pictures

of me over the years...

But you have never seen me

as I am tonight,

choking up inside, shedding a tear

no many tears

over losing your belief in me,

but knowing it has to be.

You can not stay a child forever

that is not meant to be.

You're growing up now

the way it should be.

And you are

so beautiful

and smart

and loving

and kind

and funny

and a million other things

that make you just you...

a star in my sky

twinkling to help guide me

as I continue to live on

going to the houses of those

little ones younger than you

who still believe.

Oh sweet child,

I will miss you so much

that the pain of losing

your loving innocence

breaks my old heart in two

and I just break down

in tears.

Knowing it has to be.

It has to be.

But why,

I don't know myself.

I want to go on with you

forever.

And now my nose is all running

and my eyes probably red.

And the bags under them are even bigger than before

and my white hair probably has even more gray in it now.

But I still have a job to do.

I still have many places to go

and children's trees to see

and more cookies to eat

and milk to drink

and never enough time to prepare for it all.

So I've got to pull myself

together

though my heart is completely

utterly broken

that I won't be coming to your house any more...

until...

Until you have children of your own

and will tell them about me.

And I will come and try to give them

everyting on earth I can afford that they want...

for two reasons:

So that they will be happy...

and so that I -

So that I can see you again.

And that will be so wonderful

that I can't wait.

I just can't wait.

My heart is crying until that day

I swear to you.

I just got up frm my bed

and blew my big fat nose.

You know how sentimental us old folk are.

But I don't think you really know or understand

what a joy -

what an absolute joy -

it has been to be your Santa Clause

all these years.

And looking back

I wish I had done better

and given you more...

and bent over your head

and kissed your forehead

much more

before leaving you each time.

I hope you will forgive me

for not doing that more.

But as you know -

I'm just a silly old man

who dresses funny.

Just please don't forget me

little one.

Because I love you so so much.

Just as your mother and father do.

And just because I cry for you,

don't cry for me.

We'll meet again some Christmas Eve.

We'll look into each other's

eyes once more.

I promise you.

You will catch a glimpse of

me when you look into

the Christmas Mirror.

You'll remember me

and nothing, nothing no nothing

will ever make me forget

you.

You are the perfect one.

Perfect because

you are so full of love

and I know and believe

you will share that love

with your children

and all people

(and dogs and cats and hamsters,too!)

You will do great things

in this world.

I believe every word of that.

But the greatest thing

you will do...

is continue to be a

loving kind person...

as you were and are a loving kind child.

My time with you is almost up,

But has been a wonderful,

wonderful time.

And I wish everybody could see

what I have seen:

Your beautiful smile

and your caring, unselfish ways.

And they will.

Goodbye my sweet, sweet child.

I have to go now.

Remember I love you with all my heart.

Your friend forever,

Santa.

December 21, 2009.

5 A.M.

(Submitted by Will Bevis of WillBevis.com)