One of the great things about living in a small, rural setting, is the newspaper. Well, this isn't exactly good, but at Christmas time, letters to Santa are printed in a special section, making for some fun reading. Jay's letter, was done at school, the entire class of 3 and 4 year olds, seems to have been sipping on some egg nog, while napping, or are just crazy, random, absent minded kids. Here is Jay's.... A bit much, but thankfully, all things we have heard about, minus the monster costume, he quickly takes back.
Dear Santa,
I'm giving you marshmallows, chocolate cookies and there's more but I can't think of it. Oh. juices, that's it. A gator and dancing clothes, a kid's skateboard, a motorcycle with no training wheels that I can drive by myself, a kid 4-wheeler and a kid scooter. I want a new costume with a mask. It's a costume I don't have, a monster costume. No. I don't want a monster costume. It's a digger costume. You can dig with all the stuff on it and it has a mask and shoes that belong to it and gloves belong to it. That's a lot of stuff. I love Santa. I love Tyrannosaurus Rex puzzles.
Love,
Jay
Whewie!!! Miss Jeannie had a time writing that I am sure. We still have not figured out the digger costume thing, and skateboards aren't really for gravel, but we will see what Santa brings.
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