Dear Trevor


Santa Claus

The North Pole


December, 2005

My Dear Trevor:

As you know, it is a very hectic time of year for me. I got your Christmas wish list as well as your brother and sister’s.  I know that you have been a very good boy. You always are. You work hard at school and are kind to your friends and always do what your mom and dad ask you to do. You have made a great improvement in getting organized too!! I am proud of you.

You are getting this letter because it was one of your Christmas wishes. You wanted reassurance that I still could find you since your move from Chicago.  Thank you for still believing in me. When boys and girls get to a certain age, they start thinking too much, instead of listening with their hearts. This, unfortunately, is part of the process of becoming a grown up. It doesn’t have to be; there are plenty of grown ups out there who trust in the miracles that come around every day – in all shapes and sizes.

There is more magic in this world than people know. Because they can’t see it, they think it doesn’t exist. Be one of the special ones who will continue to believe in all the magic that the world has to offer. You were lucky to catch me each Christmas Eve when you and your family lived in Illinois. South Dakota is later on my route. But, just because you don’t see me doesn’t mean I don’t exist. And my spirit will always be in your heart. Keep the spirit alive

Don’t fret if you do stop believing for a while. I will always believe in you. One of the gifts I give a lot of lucky grownups is the miracle of children. It helps them remember me and believe all over again. That is some of the magic that you, Connor and Chelsea have given to your mom and dad.

Merry Christmas, Trevor.




About marysigmond

After four generations in Chicago, a big city transplant to the "wild west" of western South Dakota in 2004. Mom, domestic goddess, CEO of my world and fond of musing about what is becoming the second half of my life. It's a big old goofy world.
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