Dear Mr. C.,
I love you. I really do. I've enjoyed your yearly visits and yes, in the early years I profited greatly from your drive-bys. As years went by, I have enjoyed being your helper and bringing your joy to the blessed season of Christmas.
I'm writing to ask you to please either disregard all requests from my children for additional toys or, if that seems too harsh, please magically double the square footage of my home so that we can have at least one room that doesn't look like it was shaken by an irritated giant gorilla and left in trauma and disarray.
In fact, if you can't pull off the whole square footage thing, I'd appreciate it if you'd back that bad boy sleigh right up to my front door and clear out any and all toys that are strewn around the room in a haphazard way.
Warmest regards,
The Mom
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Hi. Can I get a copy of that to sign my name to? Thanks.
It made me laugh. So cute and witty. I wish Santa Claus hears your wishes. BTW, Merry Christmas. :D
Sing it sister!
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