Every year I ask you for something I need. Like a new purse, or a Patagonia nano puff jacket, or some yoga pants that aren’t covered with fuzzy black fabric balls.
You always bring me amazing presents.
But this year, I’m going to ask you for something different. What I really need from your giant bag of gifts is some writing magic. So this year could you please bring me…
I know that I have all these things within myself (including the coffee, right now), but just the image of you flying over my house and dropping them down my chimney helps.
I guess what I’m really asking for is to be able to receive my own gifts. The ones that nourish me, bring me joy, and make me feel alive.
Thanks Santa– and good luck tonight on your epic journey!
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