A Christmas letter to Santa
Claus, posted on a child's blog
Dear Santa Claus,
How are you and Mrs. Santa?
This year, I am posting my
Christmas letter to you, on my blog. My best friend, Kristina, is doing the same
thing too. When we asked our teacher, Mrs. Marcy, about whether or not we could
do that, she said that we were both old enough to write blogs and that as far
as she knew, you always read children's blogs.
I hope that this gets to you,
as it is almost the end of November now and Christmas is coming really fast.
This must be the busiest time of the year for you and all of your elves. You have so much work to do! I don't know how you have time to read all of the
letters. I sure hope Mrs. Santa helps you.
I guess she must be a good
helper or you would have gotten a divorce by now, like my mom and dad did last
year. I am hoping that it was not my fault, but I think it might be, because I
heard them fighting over me, one night and then, my mom went away and never
came back.
I always thought I would like
to be your helper, but now I am not so sure. You might fire me. I think that my
dad must have fired my mom, because she did not help him enough.
It must be really cold up there
at the North Pole. I hope you have warm mitts and boots.
I write to you every year,
Santa, because I know that you hear what I write, even if I cannot talk
to you in person. I guess I could, if I asked my dad to take me to the mall. I
know you are there, every Saturday morning. But, he might think that I am not
very happy with him, so I had better not do that. He might get jealous too,
because you are a man. Dads are funny that way, sometimes.
Anyhow, I am getting too big to
sit on your knee now, as I am going to be ten, in a few days. I still sit on my
dad's knees sometimes, when he is in a good mood.
I wonder if anyone will
remember my birthday, this year. Last year, everyone forgot it. I think they all must be
getting Alzheimer’s. It seems like everyone gets that nowadays, even kids. That
must be some new kind of flu. Is it contagious? I wonder if there is a shot
that one can get for it.
This is the way it goes at our
house. If I forget to pick up my clothes, I get hollered at. I guess that is
not so bad. I am starting to get used to it, but I don't like getting yelled at
by my dad.
Maybe he has Alzheimers now
too, because he forgets to make his bed, when he gets up. Sometimes, he even
forgets to make his lunch and then, I have to take it to where he works. Maybe he does it on purpose, so
that he gets to see me in the daytime! Perhaps he is lonesome. He must be, with
my mom not being here now.
When I grow up, I really want
to be an astronaut. Do you think that is what I should do with my life? I kind
of need some expert advice on this. I think that you would know if that was a
good occupation for a girl to pursue. A space station is about as far
away from this world as anyone can get. Don't take me wrong. I am not unhappy,
but sometimes life does not seem fair for kids.
For Christmas, I am not really
asking for a lot, but I need some girl's clothes. I hate having to wear boy's
t-shirts to school, all the time. My dad does not seem to be too with it, that
way. I guess that does not matter too much, but my friend Kristina, always wears
girls clothes.
Don't get me wrong, I love my
dad. He takes good care of me, but girls are girls and he is a guy. He likes to
make me look like a tomboy. Maybe that is because he wanted a boy and not a
girl?
I really am a bit old for dolls
now, but I do like girl's computer games. Even one would be just fine. I know
that money is really tight everywhere, this year. You have to come up with so
many toys, I will understand if you can't bring me one.
Santa, if you are not able to
do that, but you can get my mom and dad back together over Christmas, that
would work for me, too. Things are just so different, now that they are apart.
Secretly, I think that they might want to get back together, but maybe they are
afraid to try again.
I get tired of doing the dishes,
all of the time. My dad does not do dishes. He says that is girl stuff. Maybe
that is why my mom did not stay? Do you think that she got tired of doing
dishes, too?
My dog Trix, needs a new
collar, Santa. If you don't have one for her, maybe I can make one for her. She
is such a good dog!
My dad really needs a present
too, but I am not sure that he deserves one, this year. I guess everyone should
have a present, even if they have not been 100% good all year. His wallet is
starting to fall apart.
If you know where my mom is,
could she have a present too? She always liked big hats.
Maybe you could tell her that I
still love her, even though she went away. Please do that for me.
Well, Santa, that is all I am
going to ask you for, this year. Give Rudolph an extra lump of sugar, for me. I
will make some chocolate cookies for you and leave them on the table. There
will be a glass of cold milk there for you, too.
Your friend,
Samantha
P.S. Could Kristina, have a girl's computer game, too? Then, we could trade back and forth. I put her picture on my blog yesterday. If you want to take a look at it, I am the one wearing the baseball cap and the jean jacket.
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