Dear Santa,
I have been pretty good all year. I've had my moments when I yelled at the kids, or maybe had too many martinis, but I really want you to come to my house tonight. There are two little munchkins that are holding out hope that they have impressed you too.
I got a stern reminder recently from someone that reminded me that Christmas is not about a jolly fat man putting presents under the Christmas tree. I know, I know. To that, I say POO POO! I couldn't think of anything more mature to say, even under my breath. Oops, maybe that was not such a nice thing to say or to even to think. I'm sorry, sooooo so soooo sorry. Will you still come to my house?
I may need some help being a better role model for the munchkins about what Christmas really means. I'll work on that. Until I can nail that down, I'll keep having you in my heart all year long, and Christmas music as CD 5 all year long too.
Love,
your biggest fan
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