Dear Santa

Dear Santa


Dear Santa,

I never got to write you a letter as a child, so this is my long over-due letter to you as an adult. My parents never took me to see you. They took me to church instead. They said I couldn’t focus on you. They said I had to focus on Jesus. Do you know who Jesus is? He’s the reason CHRISTIANS celebrate Christmas. He’s the reason were all blessed to have the gift of life.

I often saw you in the mall with your big red suit, and your long white beard. I saw the line-up of children excited to see you. I saw the parents all hoping to get a picture with their children and you in it. Memories to frame. I often asked my daddy: “Why is SANTA so important?” My daddy often told me: “Christmas is about JESUS.”

I have a question: Am I naughty or am I nice? Isn’t that what you ask when deciding whether or not to give us all presents? I believe that there is a good side and a bad side in everyone but we choose our environments and that’s what becomes the reflection we see in ourselves. If we focus on the negative we will find bad influences. If we focus on the positive. We will find good influences.

I think it’s not about being good or bad but about knowing your always accountable to somebody. In faith we all hold ourselves accountable to JESUS. I always loved listening to CHRISTMAS MUSIC. I’d often turn it on when I felt alone and needed comfort. Some of my favourite CHRISTMAS CAROLS were: “Hark The Herald Angels Sing,” and “Silent Night!” I always tried to sing them off key at the top of my lungs. I’m no singer but I can find the joy in singing. I’d often turn on the radio in my teenage years and hear the Queen of Christmas singing we all know today as Mariah Carey. She has the voice of an instrument. One of my favourite contemporary songs at Christmas is: “My Grownup Christmas List,” orginally composed by David Foster and Linda Thompson-Jenner. It has been covered by so many people since. My favourite version of it is the one by Michael Bublé. This song is always on repeat in my headphones.

I really don’t know what I want for Christmas in the form of a gift. I could think of a million things and still I would feel selfish. I guess that’s why I turn to prayer instead and ask God for strength in hard times, courage in storms, and endurance when I don’t see the end of the tunnel. I think the things I always wanted to be when I grew up were things that money can’t buy. I wanted to be inspiring to others. I wanted to be the voice for the voiceless. I wanted to be authentic. Santa, you sell beautiful dreams, but what about the dreams for people like me?

Irene Mielke

Irene H. Mielke (born May 21) is a writer (ie. content writer, blogger, poet, song writer, ghost writer, soon-to-be-author). She can write just about anything. Her first poem was published in the local Ottawa newspaper at the age of 12. She has had her article featured in a Toronto magazine a few years ago. She has also won top articles for her writing pieces twice. Irene is Canadian. Her roots are of mixed heritages. Irene’s origin consists of German and Indigenous descent. Irene struggled in her teenage years and as a result became a high school drop out. Those were some difficult times. She couch surfed, lived with roommates, and so on. She sometimes slept outside while trying to go to school. It was these experiences that humbled her early in life. She eventually graduated high-school with top grades and went on to pursue higher goals. She loves to read and support others in becoming the best version of themselves. She also loves to go the gym and her favourite sport is soccer.