In first grade, our teacher asked us to pen a letter to Santa for Christmas.
She asked us, “Name one present you would like Santa to bring you for Christmas.”
Then we were to write a letter to Santa, who, according to her, lived at the North Pole, and tell him what we wanted for Christmas and why we wanted it. Then, we put it in an envelope and she mailed it to the North Pole.
At the time, I thought my teacher had a connection with Santa Claus. She said so many nice things about him that she must have known him personally. Accordingly, I thought a letter delivered to him by my teacher would have credit.
The other night the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I were sitting around drinking some hot cocoa and thinking about Christmas. She had just put up the Christmas tree with all of the decorations. She does such a wonderful job that I let her do it.
Actually, one year I did try to help her and it was a catastrophe to say the least. Since then, I am to watch and fetch and that’s all. The Christmas decorations are wonderful and create a Christmasy spirit.
As I was admiring the Christmas decorations, I happened to mention to her about the first grade letter to Santa. I casually said, “I guess Santa never got my letter.”
Looking at me she said, “Why do you say that?”
I chuckled and said, “I never got a pony for Christmas.”
Together we laughed and then she said something that caused me to pause. “Do you want a pony for Christmas this year?”
To read the entire Our to Pastor column by Dr. James Snyder, see the Dec. 14 edition of The Central Virginian.