One month until Christmas and no end of stress in sight. I should relax I guess. I suppose I should be more open and naive and buy into the notion of The Secret. But, alas, I can’t. I have tried more and, therefore, faced more disappointment than most people. I know that putting your desires out into the universe and believing in them whole-heartedly does not always produce results. In fact, in my case, it rarely has. I want this to be the very merriest Christmas ever, but for that to happen, so many things must go right within the next month.

Dear Santa,

Please.