Tonight, as Matt is out of town, Davis and I are snuggling in bed watching Snow Buddies, and snow is falling all around our cozy little home, I remembered this story. I went and dug it out....tonight is the perfect night for this....Hope you enjoy!
A Letter To Santa
My five-year-old 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 five-year-olds these days. The Cheez-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 funniest dad in the neighborhood.
~ Give him many close 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 five years old and three feet, four inches tall.
~ If he must grow up, Santa, make sure he still wants to sit on my lap and read Frog & Toad together.
~ Let our house be filled with slamming doors and toilet seats, which are 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 at night or brush his teeth for him. Teach him courage in the face of such change.
~ Let him understand that no matter how nice you are to everyone, the world will sometimes break your heart. As you know, Santa, child's feelings are as fragile as moth wings.
~ Let him become a piano player, a soccer star or a pastor. Or all three. Anything but a politician.
~ Give him hunger for books, music and geography. May he be the first kid in kindergarten to be able to find Madagascar on a 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 surreal rainbows and horses with big ears.
~ Steer him oh-so-carefully to that little girl destined to be his bride. Let his mother and me still be around when they walk down the aisle as husband and wife. And Santa, please let her daddy be obscenely rich.
~ Grant him a heart that will cherish what his parents did right, and 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 way of girding him for life's adversities.
~ Hold him steady on the day that he learns the truth about you and the Easter Bunny. May he take the news better than I did.
~ While you're flying around up the heavens, Santa, make sure God has heard our prayer for this child: Lead our little boy not into temptation; deliver him from evil.
Be careful out there, Santa. And close the flue on your way up!
Merry Christmas to you and yours!
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