Dear Santa

This was sent to me and i had to share

Dear Santa,
I’ve been a good mum all year. I’ve fed, cleaned and cuddled my
children on demand, visited the doctor’s office more than my doctor,
sold sixty-two cases of choc bars to raise money to plant a shade tree
on the school playground. I was hoping you could spread my list out
over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son’s
red crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between
cycles, and who knows when I’ll find anymore free time in the next 18
Here are my Christmas wishes:
I’d like a pair of legs that don’t ache (in any colour, except purple,
which I already have) and arms that don’t hurt or flap in the breeze;
but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the lolly aisle
in the grocery store.
I’d also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month
of my last pregnancy.
If you’re hauling big ticket items this year I’d like fingerprint resistant
windows, a radio that only plays adult music; a television that doesn’t
broadcast any programs containing talking animals; and a refrigerator
with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk
on the phone.
On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, “Yes,
Mummy” to boost my parental confidence, along with two kids who
don’t fight and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without
the use of power tools.
I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting “Don’t eat in
the living room” and “Take your hands off your brother,” because my
voice seems to be just out of my children’s hearing range and can only
be heard by the dog.
If it’s too late to find any of these products, I’d settle for enough time
to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the luxury
of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served
in a Styrofoam container.
If you don’t mind, I could also use a few Christmas miracles to
brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare
tomato sauce a vegetable? It will clear my conscience immensely. It
would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the
house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an
organized crime family.
Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and my son saw my feet
under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back. Have a
safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and come
in and dry off so you don’t catch cold.
Help yourself to cookies on the table but don’t eat too many or leave
crumbs on the carpet.
Yours Always, MUM…!
P.S. One more thing…you can cancel all my requests if you can keep my
children happy, healthy and always believing.

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