The hanging letter

Dear Universe,

since I discovered Santa Claus doesn’t exist, about 40 years ago, I have not written the famous Christmas letter anymore and I only realized now, that I could have addressed it to you instead.

But you know, getting over the shock of one of life’s most important revelations… at such an early age, then… it took a long time.

It took me years to erase the image of my father dressed like Santa Claus, with those felt trousers tight at the waist, with an improbable black plastic belt, that fake white beard looked like was cotton candy, because he punctually swallowed a small piece and finally his shoes. Those were the key, which freed all children from Mr. Christmas’s deception.

One very important detail that got out of hand (perhaps it would be better to say of foot) by billions of people.

“Oh no, come on… Santa Claus… do you have the same shoes as daddy, too? I understood that they were on sale but is it possible that you also went to the same department store in Lapland?… and your beautiful black boots? What happened to them?”

Well, that was the exact moment when romantic poetry became decadent.

So I stopped writing the letter and started to express my wishes:

“Dad for Christmas, please give me a present…”

In the end it wasn’t bad either, I had gladly accepted the truth of things, as you always have to do, until one fine day… my dad left home.

“Ha! I was really bad, then!”, I thought.

I stopped writing and talking.

Poetry had swallowed up Mr. Natale, reality had taken away his replacement.

If instead I had continued to talk to you dear Universe or if I had addressed my letters to you ever since… maybe it would have been easier, but it doesn’t matter, you have always been there and this is the only thing that matters to me.

So also this year I would like to ask you to grant me the same wish:

“Please, always let me hear your voice inside my heart and I’ll never feel alone.”

With endless affection

Your Strawberry channel

Ps: ok, he doesn’t wear a red suit and he has no beard, but try yourself to tune in with him sometimes… it’s totally awesome.