Don’t get me wrong, we know and celebrate the true meaning of Christmas. But I have to say… we have spent a lot of time praying this year. Other people have spent a lot of time praying for us this year. Our family and a lot of our names are on prayer lists far and wide. And for that, I can’t even tell you the kind of graditude I have for that. We are confident in our faith and our beliefs. So is our child.
But sometimes in life… you need a little magic.
A little Christmas Magic.
The kind that dresses in red and eats cookies.
He brings out the child in anyone.
On the way to drop off the letter… my little man asked me “does the mail man know Santa?…I mean he delivers our letters, right? Can I ask him if he does?”
I told him that his letter had to ride in many, many, many different trucks to get the North Pole, and only the most special, most beloved, secretive mail man can deliver those letters.
So….to the most special mail man out there, thank you for delivering all those letters! And to all the other mail men on the route, thanks for all the hard work this season.
Sincerly,
The Dino Dude’s Mom
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