Dear Santa,
You remember me. I was the kid who looked like Ralphie from The Christmas Story. I was a good kid — I had a few quirks, but who didn’t in the 1970’s. Yeah, yeah, that’s me. The one who asked for the Six-Million-Dollar Man action figure (with bionic eye), Stretch Armstrong, Evil Knievel action figure and black Huffy bike with a speedometer. Thanks — you delivered on all of them. Not sure what my folks told you, but I appreciate you making them all happen. I think we still have the bike in my parent’s basement. Anyway, you rock.
Well, it’s forty years later and I have a new wish list. I’d come sit on your knee, but I’m 215 lbs. and would snap your leg in half. Mrs. Claus wouldn’t be happy with me. And I don’t know if you have Obamacare at the North Pole. So I’m going to ask you right here, right now.
1. Please be my family members who are ill. They need a Christmas miracle or two. Thanks.
2. Be extra nice to my sisters. The last time we saw each other I wouldn’t have admitted it, but I have the best sisters in the world.
3. Help me make Christmas special for my three boys. I know. I want them to have great memories in forty years, too. And could you bring something really nice for my wife Amy. She’s the reason we’re even HAVING Christmas at my house. (I’ve been tuned out.) She has been REALLY good this year.
4. I know you’ve been busy, but things in Mississippi are kind of sad these days. Been some horrific crimes and some tragic deaths. Could you bring some cheer our way, too?
5. And please, please, bring me some Christmas spirit. I’m totally out.
I still believe,
Marshall
P.S. And could you bring me some nice exercise clothes?
Dear. Santa,
Thanks for your quick reply. I’m honored to be deputized as an honorary elf. And I agree, most of the stuff on my list is up to me to make happen. But I do appreciate the promise of the exercise clothes. Have a Merry Christmas and a safe flight.
I still believe,
Marshall