Dear Santa
Dear Santa,
I have not been great this year, but it’s not been my worst ever. I have been working toward being a better person, helping others, learning more and all that. My mouth…well, you should probably bring me a few bars of soap for that. I can’t seem to curb some of the words that fly out. And sometimes I don’t want to. Maybe that puts me on the permanent naughty list. I’m not so sure. I’ll let you think on that. I’m really tired of worrying about how good or bad I have been. I just really try to treat others the way I would like to be treated for the most part. I don’t always succeed, but I do at least try. Brownie points?
I want so many things in life. I wish you would come this year. You have missed me several years. I am really beginning to feel like the red-headed stepchild. I mean, I know I color my hair so it has a some red in it, but can’t you cut a girl some slack? I would love the moon and the stars, but I know you won’t hand those over. So since you know so much about me and you’re always checking lists, I hope you know what all I really want and need in life. I ask for those things. Nothing terribly extravagant, although it would feel that way to me. But you know what I am talking about.
I hope you will also take care of my friends and family as well. I can’t tell you how much I love them. We drive each other crazy at times and even hurt each other at times. But I love them with all my heart. I hope you will bring them Christmas miracles and happiness.
And if you want to throw in a little extra, well some quality massages throughout the next year would be well appreciated. This year was a little stressful!
Love,
amy
survivingmiddleage 