Dillon, Heather, WyattMy daughter called. Wyatt, he of the
Who's The Man On That Coin fame, had written a letter. A letter to Santa. A letter to Santa in March.
"Wow," I said. "He really is giving Santa a lot of time. It must be something big, what is it? A car?"
"No," my daughter answered. "Here, why don't I let Wyatt tell you." She handed the phone to Wyatt, and I heard him asking in the background, "Which Grandma is it?" "My Mom," she replied. It's always good to have your Grandmas straight, especially when you're going to talk about Santa I thought.
"Hi Grandma."
"Hey, Wyatt, I hear you wrote a letter to Santa." I cheerfully responded. "What did you ask for?"
"Do you want me to read the letter?" he asked.
"I'd love it, Wyatt."
He dropped the phone and ran to get his letter.
He got back on the phone and immediately started reading. "
Merry Christmas, Wyatt to Santa. Can you bring my Dad's Dad back?"
I paused for a moment while he waited for my response. Needless to say I wasn't expecting this and I didn't want my emotions to show in my voice.
Wyatt's Dad, my son-in-law, lost his father to MS when he was twelve years old. They were very close. They had done everything together; hunting, fishing, camping, all the "boy stuff." My son-in-law talks of his father often and still visits his grave."Wyatt, that's a lovely wish. Why did you ask for that?"
"It would make my Dad very happy," he answered so matter of factly.
Yes, yes it would. Things are so clear and simple when you're six while being at the same time so extremely complex.
"Grandma would like to write about your letter on her blog, if it's O.K. with you," I told Wyatt.
"Can you put it in the newspapers," he wanted to know.
"No, just on my blog. Will that do?"
"With
the Alien Baby," he sounded a bit more excited. "Yes, with the
Alien Baby," I confirmed.
Thank heaven someone in my family reads me."Yep, Grandma," he yelled as he dropped the phone and ran off; Grandma time now boring him.
Oh WyMan, what a pure heart and an old soul. What if . . . Santa could! Why, I'd even write him.