Dear Santa,
My son has learned the power of guilt. He has crafted it. He knows who you are, but he's not fessing up. And that is under no pressure of my doing. He is, however, cuddling up to me and You're the GREATEST MOM EVERing me atleast 6 times a day. Tis the season. I'm taking it.
But today, when Max wrote his letter to you, his request, well, it's a doozie. And I don't want to spoil him, but I bet I do it anyway. I am pretty sure he threw the doozie your way in an effort to prove that you don't exist. If you don't deliver, he proves that his precious parents would never buy such a thing for an 8-year-old. What Max does not remember is that I filter what they are allowed to ask Santa for.
When he was four he wanted his own live meerkat. "Baby, Santa doesn't make animals. He makes toys."
When he was six, he wanted to ask you for a real street stock race car. "Baby, Santa doesn't make toys you can't operate. And also, he makes sure everything for kids is street legal."
And last year he wanted a phone. Yes, a phone. "Baby, I don't know if Santa makes phones, but I won't allow you to have one. So, when Santa checks with me, I'll tell him no. And then unless you write something else down, I'll be forced to make my own suggestion."
"Fine, I'll ask for a REAL football helmet."
But this year as he wrote his request, I didn't keep from writing down this year's request. It's a bit much, but I think he can handle it. That and, it's not a toy with 500 pieces.
He did hit you with a bit of a wink and a nudge, though - the guilt move: "And if I'm on the naughty list this year, that's okay. I'll be okay with out it." Nice touch, huh?
Santa, my son is growing everyday. He is kind and sincere - even when he tells me the meal I made him makes him gag, "Mom, I don't want to be mean, but when I eat this Spinach and Artichoke Cheesy Tortellini, it like....comes back up when I swallow." And he has to deal with me responding with, "Well, drink more water after every bite." He's smart and talented and his giggles rule my world. He's giving and fun.
Do kids deserve extravagant gifts from you? Nope. Are you an excuse to keep my kids well-behaved for one month out of the year? Not really. They are pretty even keel year-round. Do I expect my kids to get a gift from Santa until they go to college. You betcha.
Good Luck Santa. Drive Safe.
That's how I roll.
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