December 2026
Dear Mia,
Hello there! I’m writing to you from my big desk by the fire, with a list of kind children on one side and a plate of cookies on the other. You can guess which side empties first. The sky here turned pink at noon today, the way it does before a big snow, and every elf ran outside at once to look at it. They don’t do that for just anything.
Somehow you make ordinary days feel like small celebrations. Nobody teaches that; it’s a talent. You have grown taller, kinder and braver this year, in your own way and at your own pace. That’s exactly how it should be done.
Keep being exactly who you are. That’s my favorite part of you. Have the merriest Christmas there is, and see you on the big night!
P.S. A carrot or two by the door works wonders. The reindeer land softer and the bells ring sweeter. Nobody dribbles on the doormat. Usually.