Santa did not forget me
“I’m glad Santa found me. I thought he would not remember me (this email went on to say how much he felt that he was a bad boy and that even his mom doesn’t love him… why would Santa)”
Santa is real
When I was eight, I put away childish ideas and realized that Santa was something little kids believed in. At eight, I was far too mature to believe in “pretend” beings and fantasies. And, for the next seven decades, my beliefs have never wavered.
Your recent “Secret Santa” phone call annihilated any prior thoughts I had about pretend beings. There is a Santa, and he calls you on the phone!
It has only taken me 70 years to discover that fact! After surviving breast cancer, and now the complete loss of our home which we built for our retirement, there has been little hope left in our life. Yet something beautiful has come out of all this sadness and it is exemplified by the care and generosity of the people in our community. Your gift is an attestation to that fact. And what an uplifting thought to realize that, no matter what, we all have one another.
Thank you from my heart