Dear Santa, thoughts on the gifts we give ourselves

Published On December 16, 2011 | By Gypsy | A Slice of Life, Life Balance

Lil' Gypsy and Santa 1972 - Food Gypsy

Dear Santa;

Thanks for the Easy Bake Oven in 1972, it was swell.

The dog was the lucky recipient of my baking ‘experiments’ for years.  Some things change and some things stay the same.  The dogs are still occasional recipients of kitchen disasters, which are fewer now but in many ways far more spectacular.

To think, it all started with that Easy Bake Oven and a box of Betty Crocker cake mix.

Which brings us to this year Santa Dear, while you may have heard me pining for a  Komodo Kamato Cooker (Easy Bake Oven on steroids), I’m writing to let you off the hook this year because I gave myself the gift of letting go.

For years I’ve been the peace maker, the catalyst, the coach and the healer.  I’ve repaired broken relationships, mended fences and stayed in contact.  I’ve reached out and reached in, forgiven and made amends so that everyone would be happy.

This year I’m taking a different tact, issues that need addressing, I’ve addressed as much as others would allow.  People I love who have chosen, for their own reasons, to leave my life are free to do so.  I honour their decision.  I trust that they know what’s best for them at this moment.

We’re all just doing the best we can with where we’re at.  

Instead of picking up the pieces for those who have not asked for my help, I remember that we are all capable of fostering our own healing and I give those that need it, the time and space to do so.

I’m sure you understand this sentiment Santa, some accept the gifts you give with enthusiasm and others can’t see what you offer because they’re so mired in personal turmoil and pain.

When they’re ready, some will find their way back, while others may choose to hold on to that pain for a long time to come.  I know all too well how pain can become your companion, your friend, your identity; because there was a time when it was mine.

I have come to learn that those who choose joy — will find it.

So you can skip my name on your list this year Mr. Claus, I already have everything I need.

There’s still cookies though,

~ Gypsy

 

PS:  Do you sell reindeer meat?  What, like I’m the first to ask…?!

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About The Author

"Gypsy" is not my real name." A freelance food & travel writer & photographer based in Aylmer, Quebec. Corinna Horton trained at Le Cordon Bleu, spent five years as the owner of Nova Scotia's Dragonfly Inn, and is currently between big, shiny kitchens as she focuses on family and what's next in this delicious life.