Tuesday, 6 December 2016

Dear Father Christmas..

Dear Father Christmas..

I don't have much on my wish-list this year, maybe a new pair of boots seeing as I'm currently wearing last years, which have no soles and make my feet smell like death. Oh, and maybe a bum like Khloe Kardashian? We all want one of those, right?

It's been a crazy eighteen months, I'm sure you've been keeping tabs. This time last year, the thought of anything Christmas related filled me with dread, for reasons I'm sure you understand, but things are different now. I'm different now. This whole year has been filled with wonderfully amazing adventures and I have stored away countless memories, that I will forever be grateful for. I have been on so many adventures, I met the most incredible person who has become my world. This year, Father Christmas, I cannot wait to wake up on that December morning and spend the day with my family, and so many of my favourite people.

What I would really like, is to be sitting around our Christmas tree watching smiles spread across my loved ones faces, drinking a hot chocolate in my pyjamas until noon, a not-so peaceful Christmas lunch with my bat-shit-crazy (sorry) Gran, an evening with those who have welcomed me into their family with open arms.

You see, I already have everything I could ever wish for. There is nothing else I need. I really don't mind if you'd like to skip my house this year, though I'll leave you a mince pie or two, there are others in the world that need your love more than I.

Although, if you could just drop off those boots...

Yours truly,

Charlotte Rose