Santa, Baby (Maggie)

Well, this week I was nagging everyone because some blogs didn't appear here when they should.
And as always happens, what you focus on is what you get, because I only just now realized it was Thursday and my turn to blog! And it's 6:45 PM.

Um. Yeah. My hiney's showing. Sorry broads.

Today I'm going to share an exercise with you. This exercise combines principals of the Law of Attraction with two holiday traditions; New Year's Resolutions, and letters to the guy in red.

You, my friend, are going to write your own Dear Santa Letter.

Now there are some rules. You have to tell Santa everything you can think of that you want for yourself. Not what you want for other people. Not what you want for the world or the planet or the universe. Just what you want for YOU. And not just for Christmas or Solstice or whatever you celebrate, but for the entire calendar year 2008.

And another rule. Don't be unselfish. Don't get that phony baloney holier-than-thou attitude that says anyone who has abundance is robbing someone else of it. It's untrue. There's plenty for all, and since wanting something is what begins the process of creating it, you cannot cause lack by wanting, you can only cause more abundance. Desire is the beginning of creation. You see it, you want it, you think it, and it becomes. Everything in existence began as a desire, and as a thought, before it "became."

So pretend, just for the sake of this game, that you have the power to write this letter to Santa, and that everything you write will come to you. Just pretend, just for a little while, as you write your letter. Can you do that? What if you could have anything you wanted? (Don't freaking tell me world peace! I told you, it has to be for you.)

Take a shot. Write a Dear Santa Letter, and tell him things like---Oh, like, "I want a classic Corvette. Convertible. Red. And a heated in-ground pool, with solar panels to do the heating, and the most luxurious hot tub I can imagine, and all my debts paid in full, and a three car garage, and new living room furniture, and for my books to be written almost effortlessly, and fast and easily, and for the process to be fun and exciting, and for the books to be the best ever written, and for them to sell like hotcakes, and hit every list, and be the most beloved books in history and---"

Uh. Okay, maybe you figured out that stuff all came from my own personal Dear Santa letter.

So try it. It might be fun to post some of it here, but if that's going to make you less likely to say what you really want, then don't share it. Or just share the cute parts.

Come on. Talk to Santa. Tell him what you want from his magick bag of tricks.

Reminds me of my favorite Xmas song. Santa, Baby!