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Dear Santa, Cher Pere-Noel,
I'll make a fool of myself once more by admitting this : I miss you! And I miss those distant times when life was simpler and more enjoyable. When did I take the time to become so old ? Well, you wouldn't know of course because compared to you, I'm still a baby. But honestly, what happened to these good old times, when nobody questioned the legitimity of Christmas and most everybody celebrated it in one way or another without any back thoughts ?
What happened to the times when men wore their underwear inside their trousers and not halfway down their butt ? Of course, in those days, the manufacturers stitched the label on the inside of the stupid garments, so nobody would have ever thought of wearing them differently. In fact, in those times, if you put your underwear upside down by mistake, people actually made fun of you. It wasn't cool!
What happened to the young girls who used to giggle all the time ? They were almost just like the girls of today but they didn't use words such as "like" and "you know" three times in every sentence.
What happened to the good old cars, you know those that would never dare to talk back to you and tell you which way to go home? The kind that could go happily three times around the world without missing a beat before you passed them on to one of your children. They sure don't make cars like that anymore !
What happened to the June Cleavers, the Dobbie Gillis and the Peyton Places ? What happened to us ? And do we still dare to call ourselves "humanity"? Because the human side of life is long time gone. In our new world predominantly run by machines, there's no room for guesswork. There's no room for time to say hello to your friends and neighbors. There's no longer time to spend with your own children, let alone give them a proper and decent education.
What happened to times when war was feared, not sought for profit ?
What happened to the blessed times when schoolboys were more interested in solving the mystery of what makes boys and girls different instead of being obsessed about stealing their father's gun and shoot a handful of classmates ?
What happened to half way decent politicians who didn't use rethoric that sounds more and more like post 1933 Germany ?
Where are the times when a full time worker could feed a family of four while still having a roof over his head, without having to worry too much about making ends meet ?
In those times, good will was a quality people possessed and demonstrated towards their country, the pride of their work and the love of their family. Today, Goodwill is the place these people go to buy second hand clothes when they can't afford new ones.
Okay, okay, I hear you, I'm a dinosaur and no one else shares my views. And that's all right with me. But honestly, Santa, wouldn't you agree those were better times. I mean, you were there too, so you must know. I guess it's because I'm aware of that I refused to grow up. Because you know, come to think of it, childhood is a pretty darn good time, or at least it should be!.
So, Santa, don't bring me anything for Christmas. There's nothing I need that I don't already have. Instead, make a child happy! Let me rephrase that! Make many children happy. No matter what the color of their skin is. No matter what the faith of their parents might be. No matter what country they live in, if they are fortunate enough to have one. You have connections, so get us out of the rat race and bring back the human race. Today's human misery is no longer of human proportions. So any little thing you can do to ease things for others would be the most meaningful Christmas present I could possibly receive from you.
I know you'll be extremely busy on Christmas night, so I won't be offended if you don't stop by the house personally. Actually, if you could send your assistant, you know the one who looks like a perfect clone of Emily Blunt, that would be just fine. And if she happened to wear a black garter belt and stockings while coming down my chimney, I promise I won't mind at all. I'll even ask her to sing "Santa Baby" for you. Thank you Santa. Now, you got your work all cut out for you, so go do something. will you?
I miss you,
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