Dear Santa, I’d love to say I’ve been a good girl, but I won’t lie. Last night, I watched Miracle on 34th Street (1994), and it reminded me how important it is to just believe sometimes. This year, I’m learning to believe again—not just in you, but also in miracles, true love, and all the things that make my soul happy. I’m assuming I get at least one or two wishes for being both naughty and nice. So, here’s what I wish for this year: I want all the girls in the world to step into their awareness era and realize how beautifully God has created them. Also, I am writing to inform you that some of us still haven’t met the love of our lives. Not sure where mine is stuck, but could you please speed things up a little bit? I used to feel silly for wanting love so bad, and I would rarely admit how much it meant to me. But honestly, what’s more important than love and genuine soul connections with those closest to us? If you’re reading this and you’re not Santa, I hope you’ve already made a l...