Every Christmas season, I’ve made it a tradition for my three children to write letters to Santa. While I know Santa isn’t real in the literal sense, this exercise goes beyond a childhood fantasy. It’s my way of teaching them the power of manifestation and the law of attraction. By putting their wishes into words, they begin to understand the beauty of intention and trust in the unseen forces of the universe. 

Admittedly, not everyone understands this practice. Some of our neighbors' children have laughed, calling it silly to write to a mythical figure. But I tell my kids that I’ve “seen gnomes” deliver these letters to Santa, sparking their imagination and hope. It’s a small, magical way to help them believe in visions, dreams, and divine timing.  

Last year, the process unfolded in a way I could never have planned. After my kids wrote their letters, I would “deliver” them outside for the gnomes to pick up. They would wake up thrilled at the idea that their wishes were on their way to Santa. Little did I know, their faith and excitement were manifesting something incredible.  

A friend unexpectedly contacted me, saying she wanted to donate a large bundle of children’s clothes from her store. I had been silently worried about what my kids would wear for Christmas, and here was an answer I hadn’t even asked for directly. When I presented the clothes as Santa’s gift the next morning, their joy was unmatched. It wasn’t just about the clothes—it was about the belief that their hopes had been heard.  

This year, things are a little different. My daughter started her letter early—in September—and boldly asked for unicorns. Her siblings followed suit. Unicorns! It’s a whimsical, nearly impossible request, but their faith in the unseen has me both amused and deeply reflective.  

In early December, someone unexpectedly gifted me money, saying they felt led by God to help me. I was completely surprise at how the Universe remember me even though such statements often comes from Pastors or religious personality. Here am I just a spiritualist not even attached to any mainstream religion practice and am still even remembered by the Universe. It struck me—my children’s letters, their hopes, and their unshakable trust had sent ripples into the universe. And just like that, provision appeared, even if I still don’t know how to deliver a unicorn.  So I ask them what if Santa send money instead of the Unicorn would you accept it - they all scream 'yessss, use the money to buy us Unicorns'.

What I’ve learned is this: it’s not about the specific gift but the spirit behind it. Christmas is a time to teach them that miracles come in many forms. If I can’t find unicorns, I’ll tell them the truth—that the divine works in mysterious ways, and sometimes, what we receive is even better than what we asked for. Maybe it’s not a unicorn, but a deeper lesson in faith, gratitude, and the beauty of trusting the divine.  I myself also learn a great lessons from the faith of these kids - no wonder great philosophy or sayings of old do say when we have the mind of a child we can achieve anything.

So as we celebrate Christmas Day, I’m reminded again of the power of spirituality. The universe is never late. It’s always working, weaving miracles in ways we can’t always see. And that, in itself, is the greatest gift I could ever hope to give my children.