| December 16, 2018 |
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I had a small Christmas dinner/party with a few coworkers today. I got two fuzzy Christmas socks and a fuzzy throw blanket! I love it! Oh plus a new ring and perfume and lotion :P
Anyway, on to the next letter! Do share with me your thoughts!
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| December 16th |
Frosty the Snowman
Was a jolly happy soul
With a corncob pipe and a button nose
And two eyes made out of coal
Dear Carol Bells,
I always loved Frosty the Snowman when I was little. I don't know. I always felt a connection, as weird as that sounds. Maybe it's because, even though he wasn't an actual person, he was able to bring happiness to the little ones.
I have a soft spot for children. I try my best to make sure they are happy and in high spirits whenever I can. If a snowman can do it, fictional as he may be, why can't we as actual humans do that as well? Too many people don't care so I try to be the one to care.
Anyway, I guess what I'm trying to get at, is not even kids need it. Sometimes adults like you and I need it too. Maybe that's also why I am drawn to you. Not because I feel pity or compelled to reach out to you due to my personality. That's not what I'm saying at all or doing. It might help give me the push I need but it's so much more than that.
It physically pains me to see you hurting alone inside. I reach out because I genuinely care for you and your happiness. That is not quite my goal but part of the whole.
Carol Bells, I'm just reminding you that you are not alone. No matter how much you feel like the world is against you, no matter what lies were spoken to you as a child, no matter what lies you told yourself. You are NOT alone.
Yours,
Saint Nick
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Friendly reminder: As Saint Nick said, you're never alone. No matter what. Reach out to a close friend, even if you feel like they don't really care. They do. I speak from experience.
Wow...that got deep. But it's true. So keep that in mind!
YOU ARE READING
Dear Carol Bells
Short StoryThis is a short story where one man, who is madly in like with a quiet girl who seems to hate Christmas, writes her twenty-five letters during the month of December to make her realize the holiday maybe isn't as bad as her past made it seem.
