You don’t have to worry about bringing me the latest and greatest technology this year, it’s already been taken care of by the November sales. I’m not even asking you for a pony, and you know how big of a deal that is to me. I do not care about jewelry or designer accessories, ski resort passes or concert tickets. I have enough clothes to keep me warm and more do-dads than I can count. You can skip all that materialistic stuff this year, I don’t want any of it.
All I ask for Christmas is to be in the arms of my better half. I’ve seen him once in eighteen weeks and the distance between us gets harder every day. I want to feel that euphoric happiness illuminated by his presence again. I want to laugh and hold one another… I would do anything just for a hug from him. I miss feeling my heart swell with love and devotion every time I look into his eyes, and I miss his unwavering comfort and support when he wraps me in a tight embrace.
All I want for Christmas is my favorite person. My birthday is coming up and I’m alone. We were supposed to be moved into our new home together by now, throwing a big 25th birthday party with our California friends. Our one-year anniversary is the day after my birthday, and I never imagined we wouldn’t be able to celebrate it side-by-side. I feel crushed by this lonely grief and disappointment that nothing is going as planned. You’ve always had me on the nice list, Santa, even when I played horrible tricks on my little sister growing up and when I found myself in trouble during the rebellious teen years. Don’t you think we can both agree I extra deserve to be on the nice list this year after everything that’s happened?
All I ever hope for on Christmas is to spend it with the love of my life. Please Santa, work your magic and help us spend time together. I am so grateful for my family and their surrounding love on Christmas, you know that. Yet there is a gaping hole in my heart that pains me every moment of every day, and I ask you with deepest sincerity to bring us together during this holiday season so we can celebrate our love, gratitude, and joy in each other’s company.
You have my permission to kidnap him while you’re making your rounds in Sacramento—I know he won’t mind. I will bake you the most delicious cookies in the world if you do me this one favor. I promise never to ask for any gifts again if you can somehow find a way for me to wish my beloved a merry Christmas in person and kiss him under the mistletoe. I want us to snuggle next to the Christmas tree, wrapped together in a blanket and drinking hot chocolate while the fire crackles in the background. It only seems fitting we should be together on Christmas, and downright unfair if otherwise. If you can make this happen, I will forever be in your debt.
All I need for Christmas is my man beside me. Tears stream down my cheeks as I write this letter to you, desperately hoping for a Christmas miracle. I miss him so much… no words will ever capture this immense love, sadness, and emptiness I carry all the time. I do not want presents, only his presence. I want to celebrate this happy time with the individual who makes me the happiest person on earth. Santa, I beg you this one favor.
Please, Santa. All I want for Christmas is Jake.