Write a letter to Santa.
Oh, geez, okay.
Another story, y'all, cuz I have to personal life to write about.
"Dear Mr. Claus,
I realize that you haven't heard from me in a while. I haven't really had the time to write letters the past few years, but I've decided to change that. You've always given me exactly what was on my lists, and I'm grateful for that, really, but the items on this list are...kind of a doozy.
Let's start with the simple things.
You and I both know that Dad doesn't send you letters, and that's why he doesn't always get what he wants for Christmas. So I'm gonna go out on a limb here and ask you to please get him a new portable radio. He loves listening to the football and baseball games, but his old radio is really crappy. So, yeah, that's number one.
Number two...let's see...oh, okay, how about Pez. I love Pez.
And, um, Cheerwine? A 24 pack would be awesome."
"Daddy?"
The man stopped reading from his list and looked at his daughter. The five-year-old stayed where she was, on her knees, her arms propped on the chair in front of her. In her hand she gripped a cerulean crayon, the color light against the green construction paper under her other hand.
"Yes, honey?"
"Is that really all you want from Santa?"
The father thought over his daughter's words, listening to the faint beeps sounding in the small room. Then he took his red crayon to his yellow paper and added:
"Also, Mr. Claus....please
...please, help my wife recover."
The last thing a child needs is to lose her mother on Christmas.
Author's note:
Mwahaha I love giving people feels.
Feel for my characters hahahaha.
>:P
Though I am cursing myself for writing this.
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