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Dear Santa (my five year old)
Dear Santa:
My five-year-old boy scribbled out his Christmas list. It’s there by
the fireplace. The Coke and chocolates are from him. In case you’re
hungry. You know 5 year olds these days. The Cheese-its are from me.
Santa, if you don’t mind, I thought I’d go ahead and leave my list
too. It’s long, but do what you can.
It’s all I want for Christmas:
*Santa, let my little boy grow up still believing that he has the best
and the funniest dad in the neighborhood.
*Give him good friends, both boys and girls. May they fill his days
with adventure, security and dirty fingernails.
*Leave his mom and me some magic dust that will keep him just the size
he is now. We’d just as soon he stayed 5 years old and three feet four
inches tall.
*If he must grow up, Santa, make sure he still wants a hug from his dad and still enjoys to read “The Frog and Toad” with me.
*If you can help it, Santa, please never let him be sent into war. His
mother and I love our country, but we love our little boy more.
*While you’re at it, give our world leaders copies of “The Killer
Angels” which retells the battle of Gettysburg. It may remind them that too many moms and dads have wept at Christmas for soldiers who died in battles that needn’t have been fought.
*Let our house always be filled with slamming doors and toilet seats
left up, you know, the official sounds of little boys.
*Break it to him gently, Santa, that his dad won’t always be able to
carry him to bed a t night or brush his teeth for him. Teach him courage to face changes.
*Let him understand that no matter how nice you are to everyone, the
world will sometimes break your heart. As you know, Santa, a child’s
feelings are as fragile as moths wings.
*Give him a hunger for books, music and geography. May he be the first
kid in his class to be able to find Madagascar on the map.
*The kid’s a born artist, Santa, so send more crayons. May our kitchen
window and refrigerator doors be ever plastered with his sketches of
rainbows and horses with big ears.
*Let him become a piano player, a soccer star, or whatever. Anything
but a politician.
*Steer him, oh so carefully, to that little girl destined to be his
bride. Let his mother and me still be around when he takes her to thy
Holy House.
*Grant him a heart that will cherish what his parents did right, and be able to forgive us for the mistakes we surely will have made over a
lifetime of raising him.
*Let him not hold it against us that he was born with my chin and his
mother’s ears. Time will teach him that these are God’s ways of
preparing him for life’s adversities.
*While you’re flying around in the heavens, Santa, make sure God is
listening to our prayers for this child: Lead our little boy not into
temptation, and deliver him from evil.
Be careful out there, Santa, and please close the flue on your way up.
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