Mr. Santa Claus I am writing this letter at the request of the children of the house, they are really excited and waiting with much anticipation for your arrival, they have not been fully aware of how difficult these days have been with the illness of their grandmother, who is my mother. I don't feel like wrapping gifts, I really wish everything was as simple as writing a letter expressing the desired gift and just receiving it.
I don't feel silly writing this letter, for me it is like a shock I want to give to my subconscious mind to believe in a better reality than the one I am seeing so I can create it with the magic of Christmas.
I have spent days and nights without sleep, taking care of my mother who has been sick, I hardly distinguish anymore the moments when I am asleep or awake. I wish you could come and help me wrap the children's presents, I really don't feel like it but I also don't want to rob them of the happiness of this special day for them.
You and I already know why I never received the gifts I asked for, we know that my mother with what she could at the time always gave me and my brothers a simple toy, we were happy like that, discovering gifts hidden around the house, pretending we had not seen them and being surprised when we could finally play openly with them.
I know I can't ask you for material gifts, you're not in charge of that..... But what if I ask you for something else, will you fulfill it? I suppose I lose nothing by trying, for then I wish to ask you for my mother's recovery, to see her walk upright and strong, to see her stand on her own feet.
Give me the gift I desire most at this moment:
My mother's health, wholeness and well-being
That was the letter I wrote to Santa, because I was so tired I fell asleep on the couch before I peeked into my mother's room and made sure she was sound asleep. Suddenly, I woke up hearing some voices and laughter, I went immediately to see my mom and there was Santa sitting on the bed, talking to her and caressing her face, her eyes were shining like those of a child who has received the gift he asked for. She says to me, "girl, have you given Santa coffee yet?"
I went immediately and after a few minutes I served a delicious cup of hot coffee with cinnamon to that charismatic Mr.
I gave my mother just a sip, I have been taking good care of her diet these days. Santa told me: "you hit the nail on the head, I don't give material gifts, with the passing of time they twisted everything, I offer hope and smiles... You see me here but at this moment I am in many places at the same time, that's what my magic is all about, to be on Christmas Eve accompanying the souls that need a caress, some remember it as a dream or simply forget it, although my visit always has beneficial effects".
Santa rubbed his hands together and between them appeared a very bright white light, he spread it over my mother's body and said to her with a smile "always remember that you are light ", the whole room shone for an instant with an immense light. Santa disappeared and my mother fell into a deep sleep.
I was exhausted, thinking it had all been a dream and, still believing myself to be in it, I went and placed the children's toys, unwrapped, near the Christmas tree. I hugged my mother and fell fast asleep next to her.
At dawn we were awakened by the children's happiness with their new presents, they didn't even notice that they were not wrapped. My brother came into the room with a nutritious breakfast for my mother and a cup of coffee with chocolate for me, she told us that she had never felt so spoiled in her whole life, much less when she was a child. She told us that she dreamed of Santa, that he had come to give her the gift of health, that she bathed in a sea of healing light and that she felt more encouraged to go forward in her recovery.
I told her: "as we sleep hugging each other, with our heads close together, we dream very similar things, it is a sign of a perfect recovery".
I saw a hopeful expression in his eyes, relief and hope in his countenance.
This little story is inspired by the wish for the recovery of my mother's health.
May she soon rise again, with courage and vigor, to water her beloved plants and much more than that
Thank you for reading
馃巹Merry Christmas to all馃巹
