Here is a cute "letter to Santa" that was sent to me. I thought was worth sharing with you all...
Dear Santa,
I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my children on demand, visited the doctor's office more than my doctor, and sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground. I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son's red crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I'll find anymore free time in the next 18 years. Here are my Christmas wishes: I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (in any color, except purple, which I already have) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze; but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store. I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy. If you're hauling big ticket items this year, I'd like fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music; a television that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals; and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone. On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, "Yes, Mommy" to boost my parental confidence, along with two kids who don't fight, and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools. I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting "Don't eat in the living room" and "Take your hands off your brother," because my voice seems to be just out of my children's hearing range and can only be heard by the dog. If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a Styrofoam container. If you don't mind, I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable? It will clear my conscience immensely. It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family. Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and my son saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back. Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and come in and dry off so you don't catch cold. Help yourself to cookies on the table but don't eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.
Yours Always, MOM...! P.S. One more thing...you can cancel all my requests if you can keep my children young enough to believe in Santa.
3 comments:
I have seen that letter before and every time it makes me cry. This was our first year without the magic, for last year we had to let Taylor in on the secret magic of Christmas. She was a believer until the end. We just could not send her off to Jr High to be teased and made fun of...for like I said..She believed. She was mad, angry and sad when we told her the news. So, enjoy these years - before you know it..just a blink of an eye..and that sweet magic will take a new turn. It's not a bad thing, but it's different..for now the total focus is on our Lord and Savior's birth.
Funny you should say that about still believing in Santa. I think Zander let the cat out of the bag today. Natalie told him she was mad at Santa because he didn't get her what she wanted. She wanted a specific Ariel doll with a light up tail. She already has a ton of Ariel stuff, so I didn't see the need for one more. Instead Santa wroter her a note telling her she would get to see Ariel in person at Disneyland this spring! I thought the note would be a good cover for not getting the Ariel toy. However, Zander told Natalie that mom is the one who put all the stuff in the stockings...now I have to figure a way to remedy this situation.
Sometimes Santa is so awfully busy - especially with those children that don't have both a mom and a dad - so he asks us special parents to give him a hand and help to fill those stockings aka SPEC "Special Parent Elf Committee" We get e-mails a week before Christmas letting us know of our duties. Okay it's a long shot..but it may work.
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