Happy December! Blogmas is officially here, and I’m kicking things off with a little sparkle, a little chaos, and a whole lot of holiday spirit. I’ve got my cozy drink, my festive playlist, and a tiny burst of excitement that only happens this time of year.
To start the season strong, I’m doing something I haven’t done in years — writing a letter to Santa.
Dear Santa,
It’s been a few years since my last letter, and honestly? Life hasn’t slowed down one bit. The days blur together like a Netflix show I swear I’m following but couldn’t recap to save my life.
Since I’m older, wiser, and significantly more caffeinated than the last time I wrote you, my wishlist looks a little different now. Less toys, more… life support. And not the medical kind — the “I’m trying my best but adulthood is basically an extreme sport” kind.
First, if you have any leftover serotonin or motivation packets lying around the workshop, I will gladly take them. I’ve been doing the whole cozy self-care thing — morning coffee rituals, journaling, yoga when I remember, lighting candles like I’m trying to summon a peaceful alternate dimension — but anxiety still pops up like an unskippable ad. A little assistance would be lovely.
I’m still going through it, juggling work and school and burnout and the constant feeling that I should be doing more… even though I’m already doing everything. A little clarity, a sense of direction, maybe even a hint at my next “right step” would be a gift.
Now, Santa…
You rock the dadbod confidently and I admire that. But me? I’m still trying to make peace with my body. I want to feel confident. Maybe even sexy. I want to stop seeing “the fat girl” in the mirror and start seeing the girl who’s survived this whole wild year with humor, heart, and at least one good playlist. If you can sprinkle some self-love on me — or help me not fight with my reflection every morning — I’d appreciate it.
Since this is a SomePunnyBunny letter, I should also ask for the fun stuff:
A little creative spark for my blog, some cozy inspiration for recipes and holiday content, the energy to film on days when my spirit is running on fumes, and maybe a gentle push to stay authentic even when life feels messy. If you could send a few warm, nostalgic vibes to wrap around my days like a soft blanket, that’d also be great.
And for the world…
Look, I know you’re not a miracle worker. But could you at least give humanity a soft reboot? A vibe check? A patch update? Everyone is stressed, broke, tired, and arguing like The Sims when you delete the ladder in the pool. If world peace isn’t possible, maybe world calm is.
And if we’re still in fantasy mode — please “Scrooge” a few billionaires. Summon the ghosts. Bring The Muppets. Let’s make it a special. Give them the character arc we desperately need them to have.
I know it’s a lot, Santa. But so is life. And if anyone can handle a chaotic millennial bunny with a long wishlist and a tired soul, it’s you.
Please and thank you,
Eryn
