A Gift from Santa

Transcript

Well, in that case, do you mind if I join you? Thanks. What? Well, something's obviously on your mind.

That's a, um, well, that is a question, isn't it? Why this seat when there are so many untaken? I would say the answer is, um, well, I'd say it's fairly obvious.

No, not at all. I just, uh, wonder how you can't see it. You wished me here.

You did. Have you already forgotten? No, I'm not trying to confuse you.

You have forgotten, haven't you? It's all because of the letter you wrote. Well, I think you know what letter it is, seeing as you don't write a whole lot of letters.

There's only one that you wrote recently. On November 15th, at 2.36 p.m. , at the plaza in the city square, you mailed a letter in a public mailbox.

Do you remember now? No, this is not a prank. You wrote a letter wishing for me, and you mailed it to.

.. Yes, yes, I know it was to Santa Claus. Who do you think sent me? Well, it turns out he is real.

Look, haven't you ever seen The Miracle on 34th Street? It's adapted from a true story. He is real.

Kris Kringle, Saint Nick, Santa Claus. He's real. And you asked him for me.

No, I wasn't put up to this. I haven't been paid by your friends. And I most certainly have not been stalking you.

If anything, you've been stalking me. Well, you wrote down in a letter, you wrote your fears, you wrote your hopes, and you wrote down the qualities you wanted in a man. Was it coincidence that you wrote down the exact qualities that I am? If anything, I think that you stalked me.

Why don't you reflect a little bit? Ask yourself, how would I know this? How could I possibly know this? How could I know the contents of that letter? How could I have known where to find you? How could I have known where you'd be when you'd be there? In your heart, you know the truth.

You need to stop trying to fight it. I am your wish come true. Well, of course you thought that.

Everybody your age thinks that those letters to Santa Claus are just going to the post office and being thrown away. But again, didn't you see the miracle on 34th Street? They keep those letters, and they do send them to the big guy.

Look, good people who make good wishes get good things. You've been longing, you've been wishing, you've been dreaming, hoping for so long, and it turns out all you had to do was ask. Yes, he's had the power to send me to you all along.

He was just waiting for you to ask. Well, sometimes you have to display a little bit of faith before you get the reward. That's the price you gotta pay.

You gotta write a letter. He's been waiting. He's been waiting to send me.

You just had to wish. And you finally did. No, that's not all I know.

I know all about you. I'm here because of you. I'm here for you.

I know that you, well, you've been hurt. You've been hurt in the past. And you, you walled up your heart.

And you closed it off. You thought you'd thrown away the key. But I think we both know you hadn't.

You may have had walls up around your heart, but it was not satisfied. You kept yearning. And so you threw yourself into your work.

You threw yourself into other platonic relationships. Anything that you could do to keep you occupied, to keep you from focusing on the fact that you didn't have the love that you wanted and that you needed. Anything to keep you from getting hurt again.

But the truth will be made known, will it not? The truth always comes out. And the truth came out when you wrote that letter.

Your true wishes, your true desires were laid bare. Not just to St. Nick, but to yourself, and that's the most important thing.

You finally admitted to yourself what you wanted and what you needed. You began to open your heart back up when you asked for me. And so you wrote that letter, talking about the man you wanted, talking about what you needed in your life, and pleading for me to come into your life.

And here I am. I just have one question, actually. Do you believe me? I'm glad.

I'm glad you do. Well, I know you're hoping that I'll say there's no catch. I wish I could, really.

There is a catch. A couple, actually. The first one is, you need to let me do the job I was sent here to do.

You need to let me love you. You need to let me adore you. And in order to do that, you need to be ready and able and willing to receive the unconditional love that I was sent here to give you.

Which what that means is, you need to continue opening your heart. Well, that is a catch, isn't it? It's not good enough for me just to put the love out there for you.

You need to open yourself up to me. And let me love you unconditionally. Yes, I did say there were a couple catches, didn't I? The other catch is that, well, this is a little bit of a Cinderella story.

What I mean is that I won't be here forever. There is an ending to this. On Christmas Day next year, I'll be gone.

I'll be gone forever.