SANTA, 

I'VE BEEN A GOOD GIRL THIS YEAR.
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AND LOOK, I KNOW YOU'RE JUST LIKE GOD.

YOU ONLY EXIST BECAUSE I CHOOSE TO BELIEVE IN YOU.

YOU ARE NOT ANYWHERE OUTSIDE MY CONSCIOUSNESS OF BEING AND AWARENESS OF MY ABILITY TO CREATE THOUGHTS, BELIEFS, STORIES, MEANING AND INTERPRETATION...ALL FROM IMAGINATION. 

A CATHOLIC MASS OR AN AUTHENTIC SOUTHERN GRAVY-LADEN BISCUIT--THESE ARE BOTH PERFECTLY EQUAL ROUTES TO EXPERIENCE YOU IN THE MOST EXQUISITE AND INTIMATE WAY.

I KNOW THIS.

I DONE BOTH.

SO, EVEN THOUGH YOU MIGHT BE A FIGMENT OF MY IMAGINATION, LIKE DEMOCRACY WAS TO THE FOUNDERS 300 YEARS AGO, NO ONE HAS YET TO PROVE THAT YOU DON'T EXIST.

AGAIN, LIKE GOD. 

SO, FUCK RICKY GERVAIS AND ALL HIS ATHEIST RANTS. #BORING

PRACTICALLY ALL ATHEISTS I KNOW HAVE TOLD ME THEY WISHED THEY BELIEVED IN GOD. THAT THEY'RE JEALOUS OF PEOPLE WHO GET COMFORT IN BELIEVING IN GOD.

WHICH IS A SIMPLE (BUT NOT EASY) CHOICE, YOU KNOW. THE CHOICE TO BELIEVE.


SANTA, PLEASE ACCEPT THIS ANTI-WISH LIST.

AS TO WHETHER OR NOT YOU GET THIS, DUE TO THE POSSIBLE LACK OF YOUR EXISTENCE, PLEASE BE ADVISED (OR NOT, AS IT WERE) AS IT STILL HELPS TO ME TO WRITE IT.

YOUR FAITHFUL BELIEVER, 'CAUSE, LIKE, WHY NOT?
TAREN


DEAR SANTA,
I DO NOT WISH FOR ANY OF THE FOLLOWING:
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