Dear Santa,
How are you? It has been quite a while since I have written, I know. But that doesn't mean that I haven't been thinking about you. Is it still cold at the North Pole or has global warming melted a lot of your neighborhood? At any rate, I hope that you are keeping warm and having a couple of nice warm nights with the missus.
So, I guess this is the part where I tell you what I want for Christmas. Does it ever get tiring hearing what everyone wants from you? It must. Well, I don't want anything this year Santa, not really. Sure, I wouldn't mind a copy of Grindhouse or seasons 4,5 and 6 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but its not crucial. I am writing to tell you Santa, that I am happy – content even. I don't really want or need anything this year. Since I have been living in Prague I have realized that I don't need a lot to be happy. Stuff is just that: stuff. I don't want a TV, or a car or even a microwave. I don't need any of it. I have everything I need to be happy. I have great friends, a sweet boy, a warm place to live and enough DVD's to keep me occupied when I run out of books to read. How could I possibly ask for more? 
I am fortunate to live in one of the greatest cities in the world. I have the world at my finger tips. I don't need shopping malls, or even a Christmas tree. I get it Santa. Christmas is really about being grateful for who you are and what you have. You are just there to help out until people figure that out, huh.
So, you can take me off of you list Santa. I have been a little naughty and a little nice but all in all, I have been me. I'll keep writing you to check in and hey, I won't get mad if you decide to drop a gift my way either. I just wanted you to know that the kids alright.
Love always, Alicia
