Friday, December 13: Open a new blog post. Close your eyes. Pretend you still talk to Santa. Open your eyes. Start writing. What would you say? What would you tell him? What would you ask for?Dear Santa,
Hey girl hey! Wait, can I say that to you? I feel like I should be quoting the lyrics to "Grown up Christmas List" that Lauren Alaina recently redid. I should be all grown and say something like, "do you remember me, I sat upon your knee, I wrote to you with childhood fantasies?" Hmmm, instead I'll just ask that you bring some extra cheer to those still felling the chill from the ice storm. Saw on the news this morning that people are still having a rough go of it and many schools are still close. I'm sure the kids are excited and the parents are exhausted. Texas is so big that's its crazy to think that people barely an hour from me still have ice everywhere. But I'm sure you knew how big Texas is on account of all those presents you deliver.
Speaking of presents... what ya wanna bring me? In my older age I haven't gotten to picky. We could start with an answer to all the job applications i've been filling out. I'll even add in a please and thank you. I always love how you brought presents early when I was a kid. They would be under the tree weeks before Christmas Day. They would say from Santa and Daddy always said you would deliver some present early so you wouldn't miss anybody. It's been quite a few years since I've written you so I just wanna say thanks for always eating my cookies. It's crazy that you and my Dad had the same handwriting. I never noticed till I got older and looked at some of the notes you left me. I never did apologize for snooping that one year and finding the dollhouse and the leggo set you left me. Consider this my apology. Oh, yeah, and the time I snuck open the barbie doll and my Momma woke to me sitting under the Christmas tree trying to give it a relaxer. She about had my hide and I know you had wished you could switch me to the naught list.
Hey, wanna hear a funny story? I just know you love funny stories, Santa! At work today a student was doing something she shouldn't and my boss caught her and than made a statement that she sees everything. The student then looked at her all shocked and goes, " Your like Santa!" See, I knew you'd get a kick outta that. Also, At church on Tuesday I played the kids a Veggie Tells Movie that told the Story of Saint Nick. You'll be pleased to know that many of my nursery babies now know it all.
Whelp, I think that's all I got Santa. I can't stay up like I used to. My eyes always droop to soon. So, I guess this is my grown up Christmas list.
P.S. I never did thank you for bringin' my little seester two days before Christmas. Even if it was my fault. I can appreciate it now that I'm older.