Though it’s been a few decades, dear Santa, I thought I would write you a letter tonight just as I did as a child. You might remember me as the blue-eyed kid with an insatiable curiosity who asked for a purple teddy bear one Christmas. That’s likely not enough to narrow it down, but even if you don’t remember me, I remember you. Each night on Christmas Eve I would leave you some cookies and milk, though my dad always insisted that you’d prefer a Coors Light. I’m not sure why he thought that, but I stuck with milk as I knew you had to drive all night. Well, fly really, which how cool is that? That sounds like a blast, but I’m sure you get tired of it, just as one grows weary of a morning commute. I hope you know that you brought me a lot of happiness and I know you still do the same for kids all over the world. Thanks for that. The world has changed a lot since I was little, Santa, and it can use extra happiness now more than ever.
There are so many things I wished I’d asked you back then when I was so busy worrying about what gifts I might get. It all seems a bit one-sided and selfish now and I never got to know you at all, but I guess you’re used to that. I won’t bore you with the obvious questions you no doubt have been asked a million times, like do reindeer manage to make it through the entire flight without pooping? You’re not obliged to answer that, though really, it’s a concerning thought if they don’t. Nor will I ask why you left the rest of society to live with a bunch of elves, as that’s really none of my business. I’m sure you had your reasons. And, of course, I won’t insult you with the question of how you manage to fit down a chimney with your impressive girth. At least that’s how you’ve been illustrated. Probably just wickedly assumed because of all the cookies you must eat in a single night. You could actually be as thin as a rail and have the metabolism of a hummingbird. If that’s true, then I envy that bit about you now even more than the flying reindeer.
No, the question I wanted to ask is a far simpler one, dear Santa. What you do you want for Christmas? I would have left you more than cookies had I ever known. I mean, what do you get for the guy who makes everything? If I had to guess, you’d want something rather simple, yet something even your elves couldn’t make. So, I’ve made you this little illustration I call a doodlewash. It’s nothing much at all, but it comes from the heart. As you sail across the sky each year, you probably see a million things that none of us would have ever known existed. You’ve seen the homes of the richest and poorest children of the world. And you managed to do what many of us struggle to do and that’s to treat everyone equally. At least, that’s how you make them feel. The simplest gift, after all, is hope. A feeling that can’t be wrapped, but glows in each of us as we open every little present we receive. I now have friends across the globe, so if you could manage it, please send them all my love as you sail past. No matter what holiday we celebrate, love is something we can all believe in.
About the Doodlewash
Da Vinci Paint Co.: Quinacridone Red, Yellow Ochre, Leaf Green, Terra Cotta, Cobalt Blue and Payne’s Gray. Lamy Al-Star Safari Fountain Pen with sepia ink in an A5 Hahnemühle Watercolour Book.
Creator of Doodlewash®, founder of World Watercolor Month (July), World Watercolor Group™, and host of the Sketching Stuff Podcast. Sharing daily watercolor illustrations and stories while proudly featuring talented artists from all over the world! If you’d like to be a guest artist on Doodlewash.com, contact me!