A letter from Santa, 1977

On Christmas Eve 1977,  when I had many, many nine-year old questions, my parents encouraged me to write a letter to Santa to ask him these questions. We put the letter I wrote out with the Christmas cookies, milk and reindeer snacks.

I went to bed and in the morning, to my extreme wonder, a letter had arrived from Santa during the night!

The envelope and my address on it. The return address was the North Pole, and the post mark said “North Pole 1 AM Special” in real ink.  I was a-m-a-z-e-d.

The letter inside had handwriting that looked nothing like either Mom’s or Dad’s.  It read:


North Pole, 1977

Dear Paula, 

Thank you for the pictures, and the drink.  Mrs. Claus likes it too.  You ask if my reindeer fly, and if I am real.

When you believe in something in your heart, anything is real.  Yes, Paula, reindeer fly, and I am real!   Does the wind blow the leaves on the tree? Does spring grass smell?

I am the spirit of Xmas.  I am as real as you want me to be. I am as real as your best friend, as real as your mother and father’s love for you.  I am the spirit of love for all mankind, Paula.   Yes, Paula, I am real. Because you believe, I am real.

Merry Christmas Paula.

SANTA XO

XO XOX


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While I spend my busy days (and some nights and weekends) as a communications director for a major port, balance is brought to my life by time spent with my better half, our 2 girls, and extended family and friends. My philosophy for life has always been to grab it by the horns and not put off a dream or goal. Live for the moment. Now with 50 years under my belt, I’m reflecting back as I continue to move forward. Dream on, live on.

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