Yo, Santa. Thanks for the iPod Shuffle that you delivered so cheerfully this year. Thanks for the sexy new mocha tinted leather boots that you left under my tree. Thanks for keeping me sane and bringing me cordial cherries times two. The kids loved their loot as well. (Magnetic Dart Board, Furry bedspreads, six-shooter dart gun, puzzles, books, throw pillows, canvas box shelf, diary and key, shirts that won't fit and snow white new underwear, Spongebox Squarepants Video game, pens, pencils, erasers and containers, Laminator, Computer games, candles, bags, purses, makeup cases and paint, Spiderman movies, star wars figures, dinosaurs, jewelry and lots, lots more.) Also Dear Santa, thanks for continuing to give me at least 3 good days a year. Those three days right before Christmas are some of the happiest I have ever known... The kids are on their best behavior in recognition of your oh-so-subtle threats of being stricken from the good list. But, you did forget one thing you jolly-but-forgetful ole' elf. My magic wand. You know, the one I've been pleading about, for oh.. About 10 years now. The one that I wave and it magically makes the 16 piles of dirty laundry neatly stack into rows and columns of freshly folded goodness. The magically delicious wand that ever so magically makes the shiny new gifts ebb and flow right into their designated home for the next 12 hours. Until they get scattered from here to kingdom come again. But you see, that’s where the magic wand comes in handy. (The one you forgot. AGAIN.)
Decidedly, the new wet/dry dustbuster with an onboard squeegee will have to do..
I do love a new toy...