So, it's midnight on Christmas. You moms and dads with little ones know what that means. It's time to fulfill your parental obligation to perpetuate a centuries-old lie.
And so I'll get this feeling of guilt off my chest. I am the Santa at my house. No, not the Santa who picks out the gifts. That's Mrs. Clause. I just eat the cookie (okay, I share the cookie with my wife) and write the reply to my daughter's letter.
Here it is.
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Dear Amelia, Sabina & Hannah,
Thank you for the wonderful cookies. Your mother is an excellent baker. I would know because I eat a lot of cookies. Also, Blitzen thanks you for the carrot. (It was his turn to eat the veggie when I got to your house. Rudolph got a Brussels sprout from one of your neighbors.)
I am sorry to hear about Ginger. Losing a pet is not easy, but she did live long for a little fish. I believe you took good care of her and gave her the happiest life you could.
Now do the same for each other. You are all lucky to have two sisters around your age. Cherish one another. When you are happy, you make those around you happy. Smiles are contagious.
Speaking of smiles, I better get to the next house or there will be a lot of frowning kids tomorrow morning! Perhaps I will give the next child a generic form letter to make up for lost time.
Merry Christmas, kids (and grown-ups, too)!
Love,
Santa
P.S.- I move quickly because there are so many houses. That is why children do not see me. I was afraid your uncle would wake up, but he did not succeed in seeing me either.
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Well, I don't know about you, but I sure feel better.
Merry Christmas!
And so I'll get this feeling of guilt off my chest. I am the Santa at my house. No, not the Santa who picks out the gifts. That's Mrs. Clause. I just eat the cookie (okay, I share the cookie with my wife) and write the reply to my daughter's letter.
Here it is.
***
Dear Amelia, Sabina & Hannah,
Thank you for the wonderful cookies. Your mother is an excellent baker. I would know because I eat a lot of cookies. Also, Blitzen thanks you for the carrot. (It was his turn to eat the veggie when I got to your house. Rudolph got a Brussels sprout from one of your neighbors.)
I am sorry to hear about Ginger. Losing a pet is not easy, but she did live long for a little fish. I believe you took good care of her and gave her the happiest life you could.
Now do the same for each other. You are all lucky to have two sisters around your age. Cherish one another. When you are happy, you make those around you happy. Smiles are contagious.
Speaking of smiles, I better get to the next house or there will be a lot of frowning kids tomorrow morning! Perhaps I will give the next child a generic form letter to make up for lost time.
Merry Christmas, kids (and grown-ups, too)!
Love,
Santa
P.S.- I move quickly because there are so many houses. That is why children do not see me. I was afraid your uncle would wake up, but he did not succeed in seeing me either.
***
Well, I don't know about you, but I sure feel better.
Merry Christmas!