When it was our turn, Santa asked my kids if they were good and also asked what they wanted for Christmas. And then, well...Then he asked me the same questions. And suddenly, without realizing what I was doing, I looked poor dear Santa Claus right in the eyes and choked through my tears, "Please Santa, I'm very sick, and all I want for Christmas this year is a cure for Lyme disease."
And Santa--sweet, jolly Santa--looked back at me with big tears in his eyes, caught completely and utterly off guard. Oh dear lord, what have I just done?? I just made jolly old Saint Nick cry! He didn't know what to say; and I don't blame him. Now I know why he only asks kids what they want for Christmas!
So let me just take this minute to apologize:
Dear Santa,
I'm sorry I made you cry.
Love,
Alyson
PS Thanks for my pony.
PPS I will leave you extra cookies this year.