by Mary Kochiss
There’s something about the holiday season that makes me feel like a little kid again.
For as long as I can remember, I have loved everything about the holiday season: family get-togethers, picking out the Christmas tree, baking cookies, and especially writing letters to Santa!
Since I was old enough to take a crayon to construction paper, I would write Santa a letter.
I learned at an early age how to be a salesman, I suppose, as every year I’d schmooze Santa Claus. My letters would not begin with what brand new toy I wanted, but with a little charm and charisma.
My letters went a little something like this:
Hi Santa! I hope your year has been great. Please give my love to Mrs. Claus and the elves. I also want you to know that there will be milk and cookies waiting for you, as well as carrots for the reindeer during your visit this year. Thanks for working so hard all year making such great toys. Speaking of toys…
After writing a long wish list that included Barbie dolls, art supplies, New Kids on the Block posters, and Debbie Gibson cassette tapes, I’d promptly seal the envelope and place it carefully into my mailbox.
Like most children, on Christmas Eve I would lie in bed fighting the sleepiness, hoping that this year I would finally get to sneak a peek of the man dressed in red. I never did get a peek, but at 5AM Christmas Day, after jumping on my parents bed to wake them, I’d run downstairs.
Santa would bring me some of the toys I’d asked for. I learned that there is something to be said for being kind and showing appreciation.
Although I’ve since retired my crayon and construction paper, I still believe in the magic of Christmas and thank my parents for teaching me that a little thankfulness (and some schmoozing) goes a long way!
Mary Kochiss is a Recruiter in TERRA’s Beaverton office.