So, Santa, this year when you come to town, what I really want from you for Christmas is not makeup or clothes or a ride on your sled through Paris, but to believe again. The magic in my life is gone. The gifts don’t mean anything anymore. Please have Rudolph guide you back into my heart. If you look around the world you can see others lack joy in their lives. There’s depression, rape, murder, suicide, because people have no hope.
It is hard to believe in something you can’t see. If you can go around the world in one night bringing gifts to every child, or know when I have been bad or good, why can’t you show your face? You could change the world by showing your face. We don’t need miracles, signs, or a good marketing campaign. We need you. Showing up would make people care again. We need you for more than just one holiday but in our daily lives. So many out there feign goodness for the presents, acting in the name of Christmas. The hypocrisy sends the wrong message to the nonbelievers. There is more to life than the final reward; there are also the present lives we live. Santa, show the world how to be good again, and take us back to the simple loving belief we had as children.