North Pole or Bust

Dear Santa,
I know it has been more than a few years since I have written to you. In fact I never really was one to write to you in the first place. Not since I lived in Westlake Village at least, and even now I don't plan on sending this to the North Pole. Sometimes I wish it was easier to believe in you. I lasted for a good long time believing you were real. Into middle school at least, even though I would have denied that fervently when I was that age. It's not that I don't want to believe now, it's just...the older you get, the harder it is to just let yourself believe. You just learn more about the world and, well, everything just becomes more clear and at the same time less magical.
Still I thought I would write this just for my own peace of mind. Of course there are the things that I'd like for myself, and all that, but really it's the time of year to think more for other people than for yourself. People say this time of year is getting too commercial and in a lot of ways it probably is, but I would still think that people think about others this time of year too. I know it's a hard time for a lot of people. I wouldn't go so far as to say we're in the second great depression, but a lot of people are struggling to get by. I'm so thankful that we are not some of then. I hope that they all have a merry Christmas and aren't too sad or cold this winter.
Second, I want my parents to be happy. I know we all love each other, but I want everyone to stop worrying, to just be mind blowingly happy. Truly that's all I want for Christmas, for everyone to be happy.
Sincerely,
Lia