santa
This guy recently came home with the GREATEST letter to Santa. So great, I HAD to share it with you. Punctuation and spelling intact.
December 3, 2009
Dear Santa,
How are your reindeer? Is Ruddolph doing well? You have gone for a test flight, haven’t you? You and Mrs. Claws should deliver the presents together. How are your elves. Are they working yet and together. I play three Christmas songs! I’ll tell you what they are. We wish you a merry Christmas, Away in the manger and Jingel Bells. What is your favourite cookie? My mom makes excellent sugar cookies! We onley have white milk. Are you alegeck (allergic) to any dairy? We have silk milk and just plane milk.
Love,
Me
Please tell me you love that letter! I think it’s the cutest thing going. Love that he asks about possible allergies and that he is so busy chatting (which if you know our guy, that is so very him), he forgets to actually ask for anything for Christmas!
Oh, Buddy! I love you so.
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Dear Grandma and Grandpa,
I have something for you!
It’s for your cheek.
I’m going to put it in my hand…
and blow…
and BLOW…
it ALL the way out to you!
calves
Dear Rachel,
First of all, sorry for the blog highjack. It’s just that we REALLY need to get your attention. It’s about all the running, specifically the HILLS. Why? Why are you TORTURING us? Why do you feel the need to stretch and strain us so? We are weak, soft little things and we don’t much like to WORK. We don’t care about fitting into fancy boots or how we look peaking out from a skirt. We HATE spandex and we are really NOT fans of that friend of yours who says “we’ll take it easy tonight” and then leads you up hills for 9 minutes STRAIGHT. We like your wide legged jeans and your comfy shoes. We love your pajama’s and we REALLY like hanging out on the couch. So PLEASE, stop all this nonsense. We are burning! We ache with every step. Stop being so mean and go back to your lazy ways.
With anticipated gratitude,
your Calves
Dear Calves,
Stop whining! YOu sound like my kids when I ask them to do something really hard like put on their shoes or sit up at the table for dinner.
You will be ok. And I will look good in my fancy boots and spandex running pants (but not at the same time, of course!).
Love,
Rachel
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