Dear Santa

Hey Saint Nicholas,

How’s you? I think Saint Nick sounds cooler but I was taught to address letters properly. Am I too old to write you? Or to even call you “Santa”? Let me know. But until then, I shall be blissfully naive. You are pretty dope based on what I’ve heard about you. Are those movies true? As in, do you have like elves and shit? Magic reindeers and sleigh? Can I like book a tour of the North Pole including the toy factory? I think I’d like to apply for an internship there. It’d be nice if I could come in and learn a little about company morale and get a feel of the workplace. I bet the flights are expensive…ummm unless you could send the bois to come get me? That’d be so cool!!! I’m sure Rudolph and his apprentices could make the trip. Do ask.

Hey Santa, maybe I could vlog the whole thing and write a blog post doing a review and you know get you a global audience. 😂I know you think you’re popular and shit but only North Americans believe in all your shenanigans. Few other cities across the world have adopted the whole tree and gift giving thing but no one is expecting an obese man to fly in the sky on his magic sled with his magic reindeers and slide down the tiny dirty chimneys of over 7 billion households and give gifts based on some nepotistic algorithms of who have been naughty or nice for the year. I mean, we business minded people appreciate the opportunity to exploit the wishful thinking of the masses but I’m sure you see my point here.

Poor people buy gifts they can’t really afford, rich people host galas, banquets and the few who have chosen to really understand the initial idea of this holiday choose to give back. To volunteer at shelters, host street feedings, visit all the lonely Nans and Pops and give what we can; our time and undivided attention. And most importantly our love and compassion. (I think I’m shitting on others to make myself feel better here 🤷🏾‍♀️, but naw, that’s not the intention. Just trying to add perspective)

Well, I’m not poor, neither am I filthy rich but I am wealthy. I have an abundance of love and compassion to give and that’s why I wake up everyday. To give. To give of myself and my heart to making this world a little better until it’s my time to leave.

So, after my elaborate ranting and back story, I’m asking you to bless me with more of said to give. Give me more so I can give more and remind me that I always have just a little more to give.

Big up yuhself top man Claus and hail up the mistress fimi deh!!

Tek care a unuh self and mek sure yuh ansa mi,

Imani.

Categories Daily Motivation/Inspiration

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