Could you please engage the services of Mary Poppins, Nanny McPhee and Alice for me? I have some projects I need to do, but with 4 kiddos to homeschool, I need a couple extra sets of hands to accomplish them. I have been good this year. I even shared my Snickers with my 12 year old yesterday.
Dear Santa, sorry about last year. I thought I had warned you that our chimney went directly to our boiler. You probably needed a new suit anyway. You can’t blame me for the ruckus Mrs. Claus created when she caught you being a little too jolly with one of the ER nurses.
You littering fine was also not my fault. You really do need to pick up after your reindeer. I do realize that with six you will need a very large shovel.
You’ll notice I cut my wish list down. Last year 5 lbs of paper cost more in postage than I expected. I have left off my request for a subscription to “Hot Babes In Bikinis”. Last year someone changed the mailing address to the North Pole.
You know, I am super happy about the fact that we live where we do and have the amazing privilege to do what we get to do…but sometimes I get that sad and crazy feeling that I am somehow trading my life “back home” for my life here. And although I know that is sort of true, I also think in my head that my family is somehow mixed up in that trade and all of a sudden we are all going to be 80 years old and I am going to have missed it. I will have missed all of the thanksgivings and birthdays and important dates. We will also have missed all the unimportant stuff like doctors visits or school awards or snow angels. Sometimes I just miss going over to Mom’s house for potato soup and conversation. But that’s the trade off I guess. I don’t regret our choice. You see, God has gifted us with incredible experiences on this side that has made our whole life worth while. But I wonder if down the road when 10, 20, 40 years have passed and my family doesn’t even know me any more, if I will still feel the same. I know that we are living in obedience and that feeding kids and loving them is what we were made to do. I just sometimes miss my family because I am who I am because of them. So if you could please, pretty please let them know for me, that would be great. Tell them how much my heart burns for them and how I am only able to honor and love the people here because they were the ones who taught me how.
yo santa, can you leave some cookies & milk for me to snack on in the morning?
much love,
taylor
Dear Santa,
Could you please engage the services of Mary Poppins, Nanny McPhee and Alice for me? I have some projects I need to do, but with 4 kiddos to homeschool, I need a couple extra sets of hands to accomplish them. I have been good this year. I even shared my Snickers with my 12 year old yesterday.
Sincerely yours,
Janel
Dear Santa:
Can I pleaser have a home for Christmas?
It’s getting too copld for me to keep sleeping in my car.
I posted this letter to Santa on my blog a few days ago. It really is a great exercise – it came out totally different than I would have thought
http://www.lifeintheshortlane.com/2009/12/dear-santa/
Dear Santa, sorry about last year. I thought I had warned you that our chimney went directly to our boiler. You probably needed a new suit anyway. You can’t blame me for the ruckus Mrs. Claus created when she caught you being a little too jolly with one of the ER nurses.
You littering fine was also not my fault. You really do need to pick up after your reindeer. I do realize that with six you will need a very large shovel.
You’ll notice I cut my wish list down. Last year 5 lbs of paper cost more in postage than I expected. I have left off my request for a subscription to “Hot Babes In Bikinis”. Last year someone changed the mailing address to the North Pole.
Dear Santa,
You know, I am super happy about the fact that we live where we do and have the amazing privilege to do what we get to do…but sometimes I get that sad and crazy feeling that I am somehow trading my life “back home” for my life here. And although I know that is sort of true, I also think in my head that my family is somehow mixed up in that trade and all of a sudden we are all going to be 80 years old and I am going to have missed it. I will have missed all of the thanksgivings and birthdays and important dates. We will also have missed all the unimportant stuff like doctors visits or school awards or snow angels. Sometimes I just miss going over to Mom’s house for potato soup and conversation. But that’s the trade off I guess. I don’t regret our choice. You see, God has gifted us with incredible experiences on this side that has made our whole life worth while. But I wonder if down the road when 10, 20, 40 years have passed and my family doesn’t even know me any more, if I will still feel the same. I know that we are living in obedience and that feeding kids and loving them is what we were made to do. I just sometimes miss my family because I am who I am because of them. So if you could please, pretty please let them know for me, that would be great. Tell them how much my heart burns for them and how I am only able to honor and love the people here because they were the ones who taught me how.
Kthanks.
Wow…. SO MANY different letters in here. Heavy, funny, sincere, thoughtful, heartfelt.
Thanks for writing!
Dear Santa,
I really wish I could have my daughter home for Christmas, I miss her sooo much!!!!!