I know you’ve already left your house and started the toy run around the world, but I’d like to get this letter in before the next rush hits.
I apologize for this underhanded tactic of sliding this letter in before everyone else’s gets delivered or they have any time to think about next year’s haul.
I know that when you read this you are probably worn out, rode hard and put up wet.
I won’t keep you long, because I don’t have much to ask.
I’d like to have my family back please.
I didn’t get to have that many Christmases with them because I am an alcoholic.
I was more worried about shutting out my life than opening my life to them.
I still see them in their little footie PJ’s sitting around a little tree with a tin foil star.
They’d shake the presents, try to guess what it is, ask me or their mom what it is, and we’d laugh and say;
“Just open it silly”…
I’m crying now in real time….I don’t know why. I guess I do really……
They have babies of their own now, and my children are wiser….
They ask me “I could never leave my kids or not be there for them, how could you?”
“I never left you baby” I say now……Sitting alone in Wyoming.
A truck stop sign is my blinking tree.
One day I might forgive myself for being a weak man when it counted most….
I’ve changed my mind.
Bring my children a bag full of happiness, and fill their lives with love and memories.
Bring my children smiles and laughter, pride in their children, and joy.
Bring my grandchildren every minute, filled with trust and faith in their Moms and Dads.
Bring my children and their children together under a big Christmas tree, with a real star.
And if you can….Maybe a thought for a lonely truck driver in Wyoming….
A man that is thinking of them too……and can still smell the little Christmas tree.
That’s all I want Santa…..
That’s all I want.
Stephanie, Courtney, Ryan and Logan.
Dad loves you…..Forever….and the day after that.