Dear Santa

It's been a while since I wrote you a letter for Christmas. In fact I think it's been over twenty years since I last wrote to you and handed the envelope addressed to Mr.S.Claus, North Pole, The Arctic  to my father, who promised me that on his next flight he would be sure to drop it off. I thought I must be especially lucky, as my Daddy was a pilot and so my letters got an express direct delivery. Much better than posting and relying on regular mail.  

But since those twenty years have passed a lot has changed. For a start, I began giving my Christmas list direct to my parents and cutting you out completely and now I just send a group email out to all my nearest and dearest with my Christmas wish list. It's nothing personal Santa, but since most of my wish lists seem to always start and end with the Victoria's Secret catalogue, I just didn't think you and your elves were into making lace lined push-up bras with invisible seams and removable straps..? But do let me know if you ever decide to launch a line of Santa Baby lingerie, hand-stitched by North Pole elves of course, as I do believe it will be quite a hit. 

I am writing to you Santa as I have a rather special request that no catalogue or amazon shopping cart can fulfill, not event the labyrinth souks of Marrakech can help me out with this one. So Santa I am emailing you directly and even publishing the letter on my blog (which I hope you will become a regular reader of) in the hope you can fulfill my Christmas wish this year.

Here's the thing Santa, my husband and I have wanted to have a child of our own for nearly two years. Though we happily get on with our lives and love each other so very much, there is an emptiness in our hearts that only a child can fill. We were both made to be parents, we know this much, and we are so ready to face all the challenges and difficulties that come with parenting. Having children is all we've ever really wanted. 

Santa, do you remember the time I wrote to you about that pink and purple bike, with the white wheels, colourful streamers and the flower-shaped bell that I saw in Toys 'R' Us? Do you remember the squeals of joy when I saw it propped up against the side of my house on Christmas day with a great big bow on it? Well Santa, if you could just work your magic again on this little Christmas wish I have, I promise the squeals of joy will be louder, I won't ever get bored with this Christmas gift the moment a brand new and shinier toy turns up, and I won't ever get angry at this Christmas gift when I fall off and scrape my knee. This Christmas gift I will love and cherish forever and it will make me the happiest person on earth.

Please Santa, all I want for Christmas this year is a baby.

Your dear friend, 

who has been very good this year,

Clare.

P.S There will be a large tray full of hot mince pies and steaming mulled wine waiting for you on your arrival. Home made of course, no processed pre-packaged pies for you Santa.