Let’s get this out of the way – I still believe in Santa. Yeah, I know it’s Cyber Monday and my brain’s a little foggy after all of that turkey and door-buster shopping, but I’m a mumblemumble-year-old woman, and I can believe in Santa if I want to. They say “when you stop believing, you stop receiving,” and me? Well…I want presents.
As a kid, I tried to put on my best behavior when I wrote to the North Pole. This was pre-Elf-on-the-Shelf era, you see. Santa didn’t have the kind of reach back then that he does now. Sure, he still saw when you were sleeping and knew when you were awake, but Santa’s a busy guy. That letter was really your only shot for some one-on-one time with the guy (short of getting to the mall to sit on his lap, and I hear those guys are mostly free agents, anyway. Not authorized by The Man himself.)
Kids these days are a little savvier. Maybe it’s the age of Facebook, maybe it’s those snappily-written Disney Channel shows, but the letters kids write to Santa today seem to be less about showing how good you’ve been, and more about getting what you want.
Like this kid, who’s about two things – pure efficiency, and making dad do the hard stuff.
Or this kid, who wanted a “16-inch bike trumpet,” whatever that is.
Some of them, like this kid, are a little unrealistic. Though I can’t fault them for trying – it WOULD be pretty cool to have five-foot hair extensions and a real live elf:
Ultimately, I decided to be efficient in my own letter to Santa this year. I’m just going to send a copy of this one to the North Pole – I’ll have what she’s having.
Happy Monday,
~Mary
