Dear Santa,
It's funny. You probably won't expect a letter from a 36-year-old woman. My niece—my little angel—asks me to write with her and I can't refuse. She says we have to show each other our letter, but I think I'll just seal it when I am done. Honestly, even though she's only 6, she's already a much better writer than I.
I don't recall having written a letter to Santa when I was a child—Addison Montgomery never had to ask for anything—according to my father. I was always the most popular girl at school. I had more followers than I ever wanted and I was always successful.
When my marriage fell apart, I thought it was merely a bad dream. I thought things would get better once I fought hard enough. I tried. I fell harder. Santa, I wonder if any child has ever asked for a best friend. Kids these days probably don't see the importance of a soul mate. I think most kids would ask for something more tangible—a doll house, a robot, a piano. It's only after I've lost my best friend that I realize how important he is to me.
You are, indeed, a stranger; I am thus willing to tell you everything freely. The only other person I've been so honest with was him, because we were like one soul residing in two bodies. Yes, it's ridiculous for a woman of science to say this; it's very naïve…I used to fancy having my own child with him. It probably won't happen now but every time when I see those innocent faces in my ward, I feel grateful.
I don't have anything special in mind to ask for this Christmas. I want everyone to be happy, including him and her. There was too much drama this past year. I hope every couple will find their peace. As for me? Living alone isn't as bad as I imagined. It grants me more time to give myself completely to the little ones.
Thank you for listening to me. I guess I should have addressed this letter to God instead…
Dr. A. Montgomery