This letter to you almost didn’t happen. It started out not as a letter for you, but rather a soft-spoken rant to anyone who would listen.
But I went for a run, refocused, dialed it back, and decided a letter to you would be a better way to go; after all, it’s your night. I hope you’ll pause from your world travels to read what I have to say, and hopefully, grant my Christmas wish tonight.
It has been a rough year. It was a divisive election and we saw and heard things we would soon rather forget. As we process the outcome and move forward, I’m remaining hopeful. Now more than ever, it seems we’re coming together; complacency is no longer an option. History has taught us that it often takes injustice to ignite a movement of change.
You’ve seen me rise to the occasion lately to support causes I believe in and encourage others to do the same. You’ve also witnessed my heartache; but you’ve seen me rebound when I go for a run. It’s easy to get stuck in the “gloom and doom” mentality, particularly now. There’s so much sadness out there; but you’ve shown me there’s also goodness, though lately it’s a little harder to see.
I came across a wonderful article about a 10-year-old Syrian girl and her family who recently immigrated to Canada. When confronted with so much heartbreak in Syria the article provided a moment of delight and hope for me, and I’m sure others. I know there’s more stories like this one waiting to be told.
So Santa—as you’re making your way down my chimney and reaching into your red bag of treats, my wish is for you to deliver us more stories like this one. Stories that provide comfort in an unsettled world and remind us it’s okay or it will be soon. Stories that fuel our passion and reinforce small changes add up to big impact.
And if I may have just one more wish, please pull out a little running magic from your bag so I can enter 2017 with a renewed sense of strength and momentum to make every mile count—and please extend this Christmas wish to everyone else tonight.