Dear Santa…

Dear Santa,

It has been a long time since I’ve written you, but let me say, your work up there at the North Pole sure is impressive lately! You and your Elves have been hard at work making some of the most amazing dreams come true for people all over the world. Maybe, a part of me still needs a miracle or two to make him remember that Christmas is not all about what he can do for others, but allowing blessings to come to him; especially when his family deserves NOTHING SHORT of the best for them

I hope this letter gets to you and your elves tonight as I know you’re a busy guy and all, but this year, I need your help and a little Christmas magic wouldn’t hurt either.

It has been a long time since the magic was in my home. Sure, we bake, we sing, and we fellowship as and with our friends and family, but that homey spark of cool just isn’t there in the morning when the stockings are checked.

My want list is simple and provides for making Christmas dreams come true for those around me:

My kids want some gift cards iTunes at best, some Aero, Old Navy to put on their chests. Perhaps games for the Xbox, the latest would do, like MW3 or Gears 3 too!

My lady is perfect, though her eyes might not be. Her needs are harder; things to help her to see. A laptop from Apple with voices inside will help her to tackle the web that’s outside. Next year will be painful as her eyes are repaired. An upcoming transplant inside she is scared. I want only comfort and healing for sure and friends to surround her and help her endure.

For me, Santa, nothing. I cannot ask more. Although my one truck in the garage is no more. My family comes first. With me there’s no else. Supporting them solely before my own self. I ask for the strength to my one job. And what is leftover, I’ll save for my “hobs.”.

Oh God, Santa, please. I hope you get this. I hope it is my house your reindeer won’t miss. There’ll be fudge on the table, and milk in a glass, and surely some carrots that just can’t be passed.

In closing I beg you. These dreams must come true. But if not Merry Christmas and keep safe through and through.

Sincerely,

Tom Chancy

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