I have not written you since I was 10, do you remember me? Since I last wrote you I have grown up quite a bit. Since I last wrote you I have grown up, gotten married, and moved. I'm 28 now, quite a bit older than when I first sat on your knee at the mall. Since I've become an adult I have lost quite a bit of my child-like wonder and spirit. I hate to tell you this, Santa, but I'm not really sure if I believe in miracles and magic anymore.
You see, Santa, I have been through quite a rough time lately. My husband and I have not been able to have a baby, and we've been trying so hard. You see, we would trade every Christmas present we receive this year just to be able to be pregnant. Nothing else matters to us anymore, Santa. We have found that the most important thing is something we cannot buy at a store.
I know I have done some bad things this year, and I might be less deserving than others. But if you could find it in your heart to put a baby in your sleigh for us this Christmas, we would be forever grateful. I don't know if you are a blog reader, but something tells me you will read this and understand. Please, no more Christmas's without a baby in our arms. I would totally appreciate it.
P.S. If you could also bring my IF friends their babies also, I would sure appreciate it.