Dear Santa,

I find it slightly ironic that I am writing to you because in my home, I am Santa Claus. If Santa (I mean me…) could make my wishes come true, then I would have already made it happen. However, I am a team player and will not drag down the TBK Christmas spirit by refusing to write a letter to Santa.

For Christmas, I want more time. I want more time to sleep, to read, to write, to binge watch Netflix, to travel, to see more conventions and meet new, amazing people. I want more time to spend with my friends and family. I want to dedicate more time to creating lasting memories with my sons. I want to be able to enjoy life completely. I do not want to spend all of my time at a day job where I work 6 days a week. I do not want to come home so exhausted that I fall asleep with my coat and shoes still on at 5:30 pm.

I want the remaining members of my non-biologic family (Edd and Kindra) to move closer. It is insane to think that I have only know them for about six-seven months. However, within days of meeting them, they were some of the most important people to me. I know that one day, they will be they will be closer. Until, I am wait impatiently.

I want to continue having so much fun with TBK magazine. I want to keep writing articles, doing live videos, covering conventions, and recording podcasts. It has brought so much joy to me. I hope that I continue to have this opportunity for many years to come.

On a lighter note, I not only wish but demand that interstate highways become equipped with free WiFi. I have driving anxiety so I am almost always a passenger. Road trips provide valuable time to binge watch all the shows/movies I have been meaning to catch up on. I do not want to use all of my data.

For my final wish, I want a large glass jar full of Andes chocolate mints under my tree. Before I became jaded and lost all of my Christmas spirit, Andes mints symbolized Christmas to me. It was my signal that the big day was just around the corner. My mom would buy them for my dad. They sat always under the tree, nestled in front of the presents. The multi-colored lights would sparkle off the glass and metallic candy wrappers. She would tell me and my younger siblings not to touch them. I would wait until I was alone and then quietly steal Andes mints by the handful. Luckily, Santa (which is me, just in case you forgot) can fulfill my last wish.  As for my other wishes, they are out of my control. Only time will reveal what my future holds.

To everyone else – my husband, my sons, my fellow friends/TBK staff members, our readers, and TBK magazine podcast listeners, I wish everyone a safe and joyful holiday.

Much love to all!