Three Christmas letters to Santa capturing children's wishes, faith, and the painful loss of a mother.
Dear Santa,
are you listening, dear?
do you have a little moment here?
I am five years old and full of wishes,
a doll, a teddy bear, and a puppy for kisses.
I still don't know what his name will be,
Alík, Maxík, or maybe Ferda for me?
And please bring me pretty dresses too,
for a princess and shiny shoes anew,
and maybe sparkling wings so bright,
so I can feel like a fairy in flight,
a little wand to wave around,
and magical lands that I have found,
where I could be the queen so grand,
and wear a crown upon my hand.
I hope it's not too bold to say,
to ask for so many gifts today,
my mother says: "Believe your dreams,
and everything is what it seems."
…
Dear Santa, kind and dear,
I haven't written for three years.
They say you're not really here,
but I always showed your gifts with cheers.
Christmas is coming once again,
and only one wish remains in me,
my mother suffers through great pain,
and is under doctors' watchful decree.
Please take her illness far away,
let her be with us on Christmas Day,
we want her home, we want her near,
so let her come back, free and clear.
…
Dear Santa, kind and dear,
why am I writing you now?
I know you're not real, that's clear,
but I must say it somehow.
My mother once told me,
"Follow your dreams in every way."
I still believe them faithfully,
though she is gone away.
I miss her so much, I cannot lie,
it's been two years since she said goodbye.
If miracles are truly real,
please heal the pain I still feel.
It's my only wish I send,
I'll never ask for more again.
You know how deeply loss can break,
I cannot live without my mother’s sake.