It’s been a while since I’ve written to you, well, at least for myself anyway. I’ve been on a letter campaign of late without much success at peaking anyone’s interest, and I’m hoping you can help. The Easter Bunny told me he was too busy with paperwork , but after many letters and filling out several forms in triplicate, he agreed to finally meet with me. He listened and nodded appropriately, pasted on a sympathetic visage to accompany his glazed over eyes and then told me there was nothing to be done about it and asked that I stop writing.
I tried having a couple of teeth pulled so that I could get the Tooth Fairy’s attention…no cost is too great if it will help find the answer. She said she could help, that she knew what to do. It was exactly what I had hoped and dreamed for, it was perfect…but it would cost a few more teeth. I willingly provided them, again and again and again, but to no avail and no answers.
I bumped into a little green leprechaun by the side of the road the other day and told him my dilemma, but he said I’d have to find his pot of gold at the end of the rainbow in order for him to help and, well, we all know how that turns out.
Officially, Frosty the Snowman was willing to help, but he’s lost his top hat, so he had no real power. Privately though, he confided that Jack Frost had been lobbying Mother Nature to reject my request, otherwise he wouldn’t make any snow this winter.
I didn’t even try appealing to the Wizard council, since most of them can’t be bothered to learn new spells to help others, and those that do are being cast out and stripped of their powers.
I had high hopes that Cupid would help, though. I thought his compassionate nature, search for knowledge and objectivity would be most helpful in my quest. But, as it turns out, he has a bit of a mean streak and was out on his annual witch hunt when I stopped by.
And so that brings me to you Santa, my last hope…
I’m not really asking for much. In fact I’m not even asking for me, you see, it’s for my son and all the other mother’s sons and daughters, for the brothers and sisters, nieces and nephews, friends and strangers. My wish is relatively simple when you compare it to all your other feats…hiding a castle and all its elves from those prying eyes in the sky, flying around the world delivering millions of presents in one night, not to mention the whole sliding down a few chimneys trick. My wish will only require a bit of magic, and some perseverance, but I promise you, it will be the best gift you have ever given, at least in my eyes.
All I want for Christmas, Santa, now and for every Christmas to come, is a cure for autism and all the pain it has caused.
Wishing you a Merry Christmas,
A loving and toothless Parent.
P.S. If you grant my wish, you’re job security will increase exponentially as 1 in 90 children who might not have known you existed before will wake up to the magic that is Santa.