Dear Santa,

I guess you already know what I want for Christmas.  I mean, if you know
where every child lives in the whole entire world, you must know what I
want under my tree.  But besides the gifts, I would really like you to
answer some of my questions.  Unlike you, I don't know everything, and I
need some help understanding.
 
You know, Santa--or maybe you don't know--life down here can be pretty
tough sometimes.  Were you a baby once, Santa?  Did you cry when you were
hungry?  Did you every fall and skin your knee while learning to ride a
bike?  Did people ever make fun of you or hurt you?  Do you ever get
tired?  Does it ever get lonely up there.  I'll bet you'd like it if we
could all come live with you.  Wouldn't that be neat?

I know you've got a list, and you're checking it twice, but if I'm extra
good this year, can I have three checks beside my name?  Sometimes I do
things I know I'm not supposed to, and I'm real sorry.  Is there any way I
can get those bad marks erased?  I try to be good, but it's not always
easy.  Do you know what that's like, Santa?

I've noticed the Power Rangers are popular again this year.  And don't ask
me why, but every girl in my school seems to want a Barbie doll.  I
sometimes think kids are more interested in the toys than they are in you.
 Does that ever make you angry?  Some kids like my big brother don't even
believe in you anymore.  Does that hurt your feelings?  Well, just
remember, Santa, I'm still rooting for you.

Merry Christmas,
Mark Question

This is a hypothetical letter, which could have been written by most any
inquisitive child.  But what happens when youth fades away, and faith in
Santa Claus vanishes with it?.  Do these questions disappear too?  I don't
believe so.  Each of us has an inner child deep within exploring,
discovering, seeking answers to life's difficult questions.  To whom,
then,  do we direct these questions?  If to humanity, I fear we will be
gravely disappointed.  We're looking for that higher reality beyond
understanding--that incorruptible force of goodness in the universe. 
We're looking for a Savior.  Isn't that what Christmas is really about? 
"Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ
the Lord."  Luke: 2:11