Dear Santa, all I want for Christmas is a cozy log cabin by the lake. I want to cut my own tree, roast chestnuts on an open fire, hang stockings by the chimney and make snow angels with the kids.
I dream of a white Christmas with snowflakes dancing on mid air, gently touching my hair. I dream of going to bed, with Northern cardinals singing unchained melodies to my head.
I dream of waking up to the smell of delicious food, dog licks, and children laughter.
I dream of warm sunshine embracing my soul, and bluebirds knocking on my door. I dream of a Christmas full of hope and promises that only God can reveal to me.
Dear Santa would you considered my wish?