It’s the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt – Countdown! Today’s writing prompt is a letter to Santa Claus.
Dear Santa Claus,
How are you? I am fine and hope you are the same.
I’ve been pretty good this year, considering. Don’t you think? There’s a lot of things I could’ve done but didn’t do. There’s also a lot of things I should’ve done, but didn’t do. It evens out though, right?
This year, I want something extra special. If anyone can pull this off, it’s you. Are you ready?
I would like it if you could arrange for me to spend one more day with my mom. It’s been almost 15 years, I know, but a person never gets too old to stop needing their mom. I’m sure you miss your mom, too.
That said, I want to do all the fun things we used to do together, one last time. Like shopping. Mom & I used to love to go the shopping malls. Now, malls aren’t the same now as they were then. Since she’s been gone the internet has changed everything, so maybe you could fix it so the malls would be like we remember them in the 1980s and 90s. You know, like Cherry Creek Mall and Villa Italia (of blessed memory). Oh, and maybe we could swing by Randhurst (also demolished) in Mount Prospect. That’s where we used to go when I was little and we still lived in the Chicago area. It had those cool animal statues that kids could climb on. I even saw you there once! Remember?
Would you please put Randhurst back together and make it like it was, in say, 1964? Just for a day is all.
Then after that we could settle in for the night and play Scrabble. We had more fun playing that game!
This is probably asking a lot, but (on a different day, of course) I’d also like one last Zuraff family reunion with everyone who is still here and passed on. We would all have to be young enough and healthy so we could all enjoy ourselves. It would be just like it was— at Aunt Franny & Uncle My’s house on Euclid, where our reunions were always held. I guess that means you’d have to get rid of the people who live in their house now, and of course put the giant weeping willow tree back in the yard. But only for a day.
That’s what I really want, Santa, for things to be just like they were, one last time.
You can do this for me, right?