A Letter to Santa, From the Seniors

By Abbie King

It’s almost Christmas break. The year is almost halfway over, which means the seniors are that
much closer to graduating. As seniors, I think our Christmas list should be the priority this year…

Dear Santa,

It’s hard to believe this is, technically, our last Christmas as children. We didn’t realize how
quickly this final year was approaching, and we didn’t appreciate the previous Christmases as
we should have. Can we be quite frank, Santa? We’re weary to see this major chapter in our
lives close, and we’re a little hesitant to embrace the change that will soon be here. We know
it’s a lot to ask, and it’s selfish, but we really need everything on our list this year.

First, we need money, and we need it desperately. No matter what path each of us are
choosing to take, we need all of the monetary help we can get. College is expensive. Exploring
the world is expensive. We need cash, but checks are good, too.

Second, we want acceptance letters. We’ve waited long enough for our futures; the least we
deserve is to know whether or not we got into our dream school.

Third, we want to let our parents know we appreciate everything they have done for us.
They’ve put up with us through meltdowns, rebellions, illnesses, nightmares, and middle
school. We’re not good with showing them affection, so we would love it if you could tell us
how to let them know we care.

Our friends come fourth. Not the acquaintances we just talk to when we’re in class with them,
but our real, genuine friends. We want some great, lasting memories with them. We want to be
able to remember all of the good, and all of the bad, situations we’ve been through together.
We want them to know what they mean to us. We don’t want them to forget us. Can you do
that?

Fifth, and finally, is time. We took for granted the time we had as children. We’re not ready to
take care of ourselves quite yet, to be responsible. As much as we say we can’t wait to get out
of here, most of us are a little frightened as to what our futures hold. We want time to think,
time to laugh, time to remember, time to forget, and time to sleep before we enter the world.
We need time to figure out how to make our mark.

So, Santa, we know it’s a lot to ask for, and we understand if you can’t give any of these things
to us, but this is where we are right now. Thanks for everything, big guy.

Love, the Class of 2013