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Have you ever heard that “bad” little boys and girls only get coal and switches in their Christmas stockings? That was a story I heard from my family as long as I can remember. I’m going to get on my soapbox just a little here and write the first letter to Santa in over 40 years.
Santa, I know I haven’t written to you in a long time. My days for asking you for presents are long past. I do have one request for you, though. Please, you should never bring coal and/or switches. Let me tell you why. I got coal and switches in my stocking when I was three. Do you remember? That’s the only thing I do remember about that Christmas. I cried almost the entire day and was too tired to eat with the family. What on earth could a three-year-old child do that was so bad that it was worth ruining Christmas for? I do remember wondering what I did. There was no note from you explaining what I’d done wrong.
So, Santa, this year – and going forward – how about holding off on the coal and switches and writing a little letter from your notes about what specific naughty things were really worth pointing out as transgressions. You’ll help remind the children what they shouldn’t do and reinforce good behavior. You’ll make your point, dear Santa, but you won’t ruin any child’s day. If I can remember the hurt so vividly, over 50 years later, it obviously runs counter to what you stand for.
Thanks for listening, Santa! Oh, and by the way, I HAVE been a very, good girl this year. But, you already knew that.