I'm writing this letter to you now, grown up, because I think it's time you finally put down the coca cola and do some serious thinking, leave the factory that makes your Barbie and Ken elves and mutant monsters, and be you tonight the "good boy".
Where are you 364 days a year?
Where were you this year when we all faced again the fears of the divide, within us?
come tell me…
Why do you make toys instead of vaccines that will save lives, why don't you take off the red uniform and in a red swimsuit go to countries that need water and bread?
Why, my Saint, do you ask that those who receive a gift from you be good children?
And those bad children that bad associations and circumstances, bad parents and a bad promoter sold out...don't they deserve a gift, a miracle, the right to believe in...Faith?
Oh my God, I like you but….well, does he save cookies and milk and a fireplace for you to come down to our house?
And those children of poverty, orphanhood, war, hospitals, inflatable drowning in clandestine identities...what, who, when?
And why only children?
Why don't we ALL write you a letter, those of us who long for the Red of your uniform to be the red of our hearts?
Why should we not have the right to wait for you and all of us who have become toys of love and are looking for a love to become a gift of joy?
Dear Saint, lose a kilo, set the reindeer free and with a hot air balloon spread to the world this year HEALTH, abundance, dignity, smiles, hope, safety, joy, peace, equality, love, true friendships and love.
I'm asking you, who have written you 1000s of letters and who secretly "saw" my dad wearing the suit of the supply monkey to cover the demand of my dreams!
I am asking you, who taught my children to believe in you as Saint Nicholas, salty, sea and Greek.
Don't let yourself be America in the dream of the innocent, don't let yourself become a television face for multinational advertisements with Ho ho ho ho that cause grief to us who believe in You as a prayer and not as a euro, dollar, pound in the hands of yuppie suits!
Santa...You exist!
I know.!
If I exist, you exist too!
Look at me…
I don't have a fireplace waiting for me!
I have a stove though, two new wrinkles and a heart that beats a little more irregularly lately.
Do you want to meet me on my balcony?
I'll treat you to cognac instead of milk and I'll show you a grandmother who lives alone because she lost her partner, a George who doesn't have money to buy the doll his daughter asks for, a Sotiraki who feels different at his school, a Helen who her house was auctioned off, a Hakim whose mother drowned, an Anna whose house was bombed, a Yiannis Yiannis homeless ex-builder who sleeps under the bank ATM that has a poster of you!
Come on….I'm waiting for you.
Let's kiss on my little balcony and I promise you I'll learn to love everyone who wasn't good guys in my life.
It's enough that...it was at some point in my life and I was in theirs.
As long as we are people who exchange smiles instead of gifts!
It is enough that we still believe in the Impossible and the Dream, even if you don't believe in the miracle that lives within us!
It's enough that today, the penultimate day of 2024, I still believe in...you!
Well, I believe in me too!
Happy New Year, dreamers of the world!
