Well, knock me over and call me a little kid that you didn’t see. Two reblogs in one day? I’ve gone soft.
I wrote a letter to Santa the other day and challenged my followers to do the same. Jess was the first one to do it because she claimed I yelled at her (I DIDN’T), so as a result, she gets the reward of a reblog and coupons.
Read it.
Paul yelled at me. He demanded that I write a letter to Santa from the POV of when I was little. You don’t believe me? Take a look at the comments. He was definitely yelling.
So I am here to share a letter I wrote to Santa from the POV of when I was seven. Enjoy.
Dear Santa,
My biggest question is: how on earth do you fly to every child’s house in one night? It seems impossible. It has to be magic. Does Mrs. Claus help you? I don’t know much about her, so I’d like to learn more. Rudolph must be exhausted after the long trip. I’ve left extra carrots just in case.
I’m seven years old and for Christmas I’d really like some more Barbie’s. But don’t tell my sisters. They keep french braiding their hair behind my back and then it gets all crimpy. It really…
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