Dear Santa,
I hope this letter reaches you, as I’m writing from a place of deep struggle and hope. My name is Haley, and I’m a single mom to two beautiful children, Kaleo, who is 3, and Saphira, just 9 months old. I’ve never written to you before, but this year, our family has been through so much that I find myself reaching out in the hopes that you can help us find some light in the darkness.
This past year has been the hardest of my life. We had to leave our home with nothing but the clothes on our backs after being exposed to toxic mold. Both Kaleo and I fell severely ill, and I’ve had to watch my little boy, usually so full of energy and wonder, suffer from the effects of mold poisoning. The health impacts were devastating, but we also lost almost everything we owned. Our home, our furniture, our belongings—everything had to be left behind because the mold contamination was too dangerous to take with us.
Since then, I’ve been trying my hardest to rebuild our lives, but it feels like I’m always one step behind. I clean houses to make a living, but with the cost of replacing everything we lost, along with mounting car repairs that I just can’t afford, we’re barely scraping by. My mom has been a lifeline, helping by watching the kids, but we don’t have any other family support. Some days, it feels like we’re stuck, especially since I can’t risk driving with my kids in a car that’s breaking down.
I know that times are hard for everyone, and I feel guilty even asking, but my children deserve a little joy this Christmas. Kaleo, my bright and curious little boy, has developed such a fascination with dinosaurs. If there’s any way you could bring him a few small gifts—dinosaur figurines, a little table and chairs for his art, boots for the winter—he would be over the moon. Seeing his smile again would be the best gift I could imagine.
Saphira, my sweet baby girl, is growing so fast. She’s already outgrown most of her clothes, and I don’t have the means to replace them. She could really use some new outfits, a cozy snowsuit, and little boots to keep her warm. She’s starting to show interest in toys, too, and I wish I could give her a lifelike baby doll or something to make her eyes light up.
I know I’m asking for a lot, and it’s humbling to write this. But even the smallest kindness would be a blessing for my children. This year has shown me how fragile life can be, how quickly everything can change. We are still trying to pick up the pieces after losing everything to mold. Every day, I pray for a little more strength to keep going. I just want to give my kids the childhood they deserve, free of worry and full of wonder.
Thank you, Santa, for reading this. Any help would mean the world to us.
With all my heart,
Haley
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