Sunday Writing Prompt – Countdown

Not long to go to the 25th now, and the shops are getting busier by the day.
In years gone, I’ve done my fair share of queueing for the latest toy, getting in the food and wrapping up gifts, worried about how they’ll be received, if they are enough and then struggling over the next few months to pay for them. It tends to crush the adult spirit, but then it all depends on who you’re with. Times change.

So here you go:
today, with no holds barred, no criticisms or inner voices saying “no” – you get to write a letter – to —- Santa Claus. As the child you once were, or still are, buried deep beneath all the layers of having grown up.

Dear Santa,

I believed for years, and still believe in the magic and specialness of Christmas, despite its commercialism and profiteering.
I can’t remember if I ever wrote to you, but if I did, you must have honoured my letter as I had some wonderful Christmases growing up.
Thank you for all the presents and excitement you brought to our house. I hope you liked the wonky decorations we’d made and hung up, and thanks for putting our stockings on the bottom of our beds for Christmas morning so that Mum and Dad could have a lie in.
Thank you for my letter so many years ago apologising for being unable to get my gift down the chimney and had left it in the roof. Dad helped me retrieve my bike from the attic, and I rode it in the lounge because I didn’t want to get the wheels dirty.
Thank you for those special days spent with family, no matter how many were present or how erratic their behaviour, the fun we had, the films we watched, the food we ate, and the painkillers and antacids we took to compensate our overindulgence.
Thank you for the love I had, the love I gave, and the love I shared.
Thank you for the Now. The person I am, the person I share my life with, and our four legged furball baby.
There is nothing I want or need for Christmas. It’s all here already, but don’t just drive by, pop in and have a cup of tea and a mince pie if you have a minute to spare. I’m sure I can rustle something up for your reindeer too and hope they will let me get close enough to pet them.
Drive safe, and make so many children aged 0 to 100 as happy as you made me.
Di (aged 62½)


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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10 Responses to Sunday Writing Prompt – Countdown

  1. wildchild47 says:

    Oh wow – Di!
    This brought a huge smile to my face, as well as tear or three to my eyes. This is just wonderful 🙂

    I love the particulars, the small details – like the bike in the attic and not wanting to dirty the wheels! Wow – that so brought me right back to my own memories of a bright shiny bike on Christmas morning, and living in the land of snow – NOT being able to ride it outside – but oh! not wanting to dirty the wheels anyhow! Zoot – that I so remember in all the joy and excitement and absolute glee.

    This is a lovely gift-wrapped story – rich and full, and delightful – even for all the “erratic” as well – because what if anything, are the holidays, other than the most insanely stressful situation where people gather and group, and at the best of times, can be unpredictable? And yet somehow, in the spirit, we try to “behave” – LOL – so, yes, no rose-coloured glasses here, but rather a gentle appreciation of it all – as it was, in all it’s innocence and messy glories, throughout the years.

    And I love the image – LOL …. I’ve been naughty, but can explain! That is priceless!

    Wonderful writing to the Sunday prompt – thank you Di – and may your holidays be filled with cheer and joy, the simple pleasures to treasure, and a warm cuppa 🙂

  2. Well done! You brought a tear to my eye. What a nice, selfless letter. 🙂

  3. Michael says:

    I agree with Susan, Di, a letter that moved me I have to say. How good it is to say I don’t need anything I have it all here but all the same stop by for a cuppa. I hope he does, you never know.

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