Dear Santa,
This is Meredith Grey. You probably don't remember who I am. I used to write you a letter every year. This year, I am writing because I want to thank you. You must be very surprised, aren't you?
I remember asking for a best friend and I've found one in Cristina. I remember asking for someone who loves me one year and I've found more than one man who loves me here in Seattle!
The other day, I asked Derek if he's ever sent a letter to Santa. He said his sisters shattered his childhood fantasy when he was 4. This is sad! I guess this is the trouble with having too many older siblings. One day when we have our own children, I will drown them in the world of fairy tales. I know you don't exist, but I love you all the same.
Don't you want to know what Derek would write to you? Do you think he'll ask for maybe a house or something sweet for the two of us? We are both damaged and we're working very hard to build our future, but I think it'll work. Look at George and Callie. Look at Burke and Cristina. If their relationships swell, so will ours. Normally I'm not that optimistic but it's Christmas—time to be happy and shiny!
Santa, I'm still unconvinced that Derek has never written you a letter. Maybe I'll ask Joe to help me. They should request all customers write a letter to Santa no Christmas Eve and post the best letters later. Yes, I think I'll do that and drag Derek to Joe's Bar tonight.
Alright, you're probably busy with the orders you got this year. Happy Holidays and once again, thank you!
Love,
Meredith, Seattle