Dear Santa,
Since you aren’t Jesus, I get to write to you and ask for things without guilt. Hey, that’s nice, but you didn’t come back to life from the dead, so, put one in the loss column …
So … this year, was a hard year for lots of people. Would you mind helping this economy thing for me please? I’m sure there are plenty on the naughty list that could swap places with some on the nice list. Especially those nice ones on the unemployment list. Kinda sucks …
And I love pharmaceuticals and all, but 75% of my house is now on an anti-depressant. Ya, if you could help with that, no? Ok … well, then could you help us decrease the dosage? And this socialized medicine, not really happening. I hate going to the DMV, if the doctor becomes like the DMV, then I might as well go to a real DVM – doc of veterinary medicine. Much appreciated, doc.
So … ummm, that guy in the White House, not a fan, sorry, any chance he only has to stay 4 years? I mean, his wish must have gotten here early since he got that Nobel Prize. He was only president 12 days. Ok, ummm, if they hand them out like beads at Mardi Gras, I’ll take one too. Whatever reason you want to give is fine with me.
And thanks for Jenny McCarthy. Oh man, thank you. Ya, I know she wasn’t a gift to ME, per se, but thank you. Brains, bod, funny. The real triple threat.
And thanks for BBQ and Chicken Express.
Yours in spirit, even if the music minister drives me nuts around Christmas and makes me bonkers wanting me to play my trumpet even though it’s been 20 years since I’ve even looked at it expecting me to be able to play 10 songs on a day’s notice just so people who never go to church can complain about “that lousy trumpet player.” Ya,Tiger Woods has a better chance being a marriage counselor than me pulling that off.
Yes, I know I’m on the naughty list. Not a problem. Just please send a naughty girl to keep me company. Nothing spectacular, just one to keep me company until I can make it back to the good side of the force.
And oh ya, photography customers, please. People in my house like to hang out at movies and such and that kind of pays for our fun. So, you know, throw me a bone now and then. Hey, send Mrs. Claus down now and then if you like for photos. If you want a boudoir shoot, hey, it’s a free country. I’ll see if W@lM@rt has her size thong.
Hang loose and don’t eat any snowman poop.
PS - Are you Canadian being from the North Pole and all?