What a great memory. So glad we got the letter in time, even if it didn’t have the PS at the bottom. I think its one of the nicest, most selfless things a person can do – give the gift of time, especially during the busy Christmas season. We will definately write again next year. And, if for some crazy reason, someone who reads this knows a Canada Post ‘Letters To Santa’ volunteer – please hug them for me, for Bridget, and for all the other kids for whom they keep the magic of Christmas alive…
Why Being Canadian Rocks At Christmas Time… 3 comments
There are times when it just totally rocks to be Canadian. Christmas is one of those times… For the last 30 years, Canada Post has been personally answering children’s letters to Santa. What started as a local initiative in Montreal, Quebec 30 years ago has spread into a Canada-wide program that answers over one million letters every Christmas season from Canadian children. They must be addressed to Santa Claus at the North Pole, with the postal code HOH OHO, and they must be posted in Canada with a Canadian address. I remember writing them every year, and delighting at the hand-written responses I used to get, written just for me! Obviuosly, as the program has grown from a few thousand letters to over a million, the Canada Post volunteers (over 11,000 last year) no longer do hand written letters, but the form letter is usually pretty cute.
We wrote ours back in November, the morning of the Oakville Santa Claus Parade, and handed it directly to the Canada Post volunteer who was handling letters to Santa. As Christmas approached, I was getting a bit nervous, as B wanted to know why Santa hadn’t written back yet. I was wondering if maybe the letter (or perhaps the return address) hadn’t been decipherable, and was starting to wonder if I shouldn’t have told her that he answers them!
But on Christmas Eve, her letter arrived. Usually they come with a personalized PS at the bottom, but this year’s program must have been more than a little swamped, so hers was just the ‘form letter’. But she was thrilled none the less. We settled into the rocking chair in the living room to savour Santa’s words.