On behalf of everyone who cannot write to you or who do not "believe" in you, or who are repressed and suppressed by the "powers that be", and cannot get a message to you.
For everyone who is hungry, those who have never known the feeling of being "stuffed", may their plates be loaded with a warm meal and their cabinets supplied with all they need. For the multitudes who are ill and sick and weak, may proper medical care, medical supplies, and a healthy environment be theirs. For everyone who lives in the shadow of war and fighting, or who actually live in the midst of the battles, may they be able to walk down the street without fearing a bomb or a bullet and may they sleep through the night without the noise and vibrations of artillery and gunfire. For the ones serving their respective countries in these battles and wars, may they all get to go home to be with their families and loved ones, and back to their jobs.
May every little girl in the world get a doll to hold and to love. May every little boy get a truck or car to push through the grass and dirt. (or vice versa if the child so desires). And may they all feel the freshness of new, clean clothes against their bodies. Now, Santa, I can see you shaking your head and hear your mutterings that I am asking too much and that it can't be done, I beg to differ. I know and realize it is too much for one man to do, even a man as great as you are and one who has your resources, but it can be done.
Let the politicians of the world learn to address and solve the problems of the world instead of spending all their time and energy "covering their own asses".
Let the corporations of the world develop programs and embellish upon the programs already in place so that more is donated and furnished to the "food banks", the "clothes closets" of the world.
Let the Medical Professionals and the Drug companies feel the warm feelings of learning to heal just for the love of being able to heal. Let the Religious Leaders and Church Leaders go back to teaching the words of "their Gods" and to stop the internal strife and fighting over their personal "power".
And finally, Santa, let every man, woman, and child, on this great Earth extend a smile, a kind word, a helping hand, to someone in need. If they can give clothing and food, then so be it. But if all they have is a smile and a thank you, then that is sufficient as well. Santa, sprinkle your magical dust upon the earth. Let each of us change and improve, and learn how to love again. Not the love most of us know and think about, but the LOVE of the Universe, that will heal all wounds and end all wars.
And finally Dearest most Wonderful Santa, LET IT BEGIN WITH ME. Show me what is in my heart and soul and show me how to live and love again.
And if it is ok with you, instead of leaving you the usual milk and cookies, I think I will donate that much and more to the local "food bank" here.
Love to you and to us all,
Claude E. Spence.
"Thank you dear Brother for lighting our lives with your hope, love and caring. May we each be a shining example of HOPE for our future." Many Hugs, Dawn Ellen
