i’ve finally gotten to the age where i’ve discovered that Santa was only a made up fairytale, passed down through generations, that our parents have managed to keep up & keep hidden from us. just kidding.

but i have gotten to the age where i’ve discovered that no material thing will ever truly satisfy my hopes for full happiness. sure it’s nice to get things for Christmas, but as people have been asking me what it is i am writing to Santa for this year, i’ve realized that what i really truly want is not something that Santa’s little elves can put together in their little work shop.

i feel like i have everything that i could possibly dream of, in a realistic, material sense, of course. what i want is nothing that can be given to me physically so that i may hold it in my hand, but as cheesy as it sounds, deep within each & every one of us, in our hearts. i want to be able to spend as much time as i can with the people in my life that i love beyond words. i want to be able to comfort these people & to be able to give myself to these people selflessly. i want to take away all their hurt & never inflict any sort of physical or emotional harm upon these people. i want to be able to provide all the love that i can muster so that they may never have to question themselves. i want these people to never have a day of sadness && see that there is happiness all around us, you just have to look in the right places.

sooooooo, Merry Christmas.
let’s enjoy the last few days of 2009 
&& celebrate the coming of 2010,
a new year, waiting to be filled with memories.