Sunday, December 19, 2010

Dear Santa,

I saw this little letter several years ago and could really appreciate it's words....



Dear Santa,

I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my children on demand, visited the doctor's office more than my own doctor, sold sixty-two casesof candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground. I was hoping you could spread my list out -- over several Christmases.
Since I had to write this letter with my son'sredcrayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles; and who knows when I'll find any more free time in the next 18 years, so now - -
***Here are my Christmas wishes***

*I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (-in any color, except purple, which I already have) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze; but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store.
*I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy.
*If you're hauling big-ticket items this year, I'd like fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music; a television that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals; and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone.
*On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, 'Yes,Mommy' to boostmyparental confidence, along with two kids who don't fight and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools.
*I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting, 'Don't eat in the l iving room' and 'Take your hands off your brother,' because my voice seems to bejust out of my children's hearing range and can only be heard by the dog.
* If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a Styrofoam container.
*If you don't mind, I could also use a few miracles to brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable? It will clear my conscience immensely.
*It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family.

Well, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing, and my son saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants his red crayon back. Have a safe trip Santa, and remember to leave your wet boots by the door, and come in and dry off, so you don't catch cold. Help yourself to cookies on the table, but don't eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.

Yours always with love and appreciation,
A Mom

P.S. One more thing. .You can cancel all my requests, if you can keep my children 'young' enough to believe in Santa.

5 comments:

Unknown said...

Hey Leigh. Thanks for giving me that laugh. That's so cute and true too.

Hugs...Tracy

Old Time Cindy said...

That's cute!
Living it up at Lakewood,
Cindy

Sandy aka Doris the Great said...

Hi Leigh:

I'm a new fan! I like your letter to Santa. That's what I'm doing right now - composing my letter. I'll have to check out all your old posts because your blog looks wonderful. Come check out mine too.

Hope you get all your Xmas wishes!

Handy Man, Crafty Woman said...

I love that story! :-)

4thelove! said...

PRICELESS!!!!!!