All I want for Christmas is...
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To the editor:
Writing Christmas “wish-lists” to send to Santa used to be one of my
special talents, but I’m embarrassed to say that, like so many things, I’ve
sorta neglected it for the passed several years. But not this year. Let it
be officially recorded that Santa Claus is herewith put on notice that I
have been a (vaguely) good boy all/most of most/some of the year and thus
ask and hope and pray for the following Christmas gifts come December 25.
* I want to sit singing “We Wish You a Merry Christmas” with my parents and
Gramma and little sister before we begin opening presents.
* I want to smell the tree and feel the prickling of its’ needles as I pull
presents from underneath it.
* I want to crack up watching my little sister playing “slapjack” with Dad.
* I want my little sister to cook imaginary things for me on the pink stove
Santa brought her – and then when she opens its’ little oven door and pulls
one of Mom’s cupcakes out I want to pretend I believe she really baked it in
there.
* I want to play “pick-up sticks” on the floor with my Dad while the dog
bounces all over us.
* While we’re opening gifts I want to hop over to Gramma every 10 minutes
or so to collect a smile and mooch a sip of her wonderfully warm tea.
* I want to see Mom laughing and giving Dad lots of hugs.
* I want my sister to sit on my lap while I read all her new little books
to her.
* I want at least one flannel shirt that matches one of Dad’s and to find
out that my new flannel-lined pants fit just perfectly.
* I want to hear Mom and Gramma coaching Dad while he’s trying to put
something together for them.
* I want me and Gramma to sit on the love seat working out the Christmas
crossword puzzle.
* I want to put on my black, rubber buckle boots and go have a snowball
fight with Dad in the back yard, and then get a broom and knock the icicles
off the rainspouting..
* I want to send my little sister to pilfer frosted Christmas cookies for
us from the kitchen and watch her come scampering back cackling with
laughter.
* I want Christmas to again be a day when my sister and I have Dad and Mom
and Gramma all to ourselves in our warm little home without interruptions
from anyone or anything.
Of course there isn’t much chance even Santa himself can bring all, or
even ANY, of the presents on my list to me. So in that case, I’ll just ask
him to bring Christmas gifts like them to all of Highland County’s kids
instead.
Merry Christmas!
Sincerely,
Jim Moore
Hillsboro[[In-content Ad]]
Writing Christmas “wish-lists” to send to Santa used to be one of my
special talents, but I’m embarrassed to say that, like so many things, I’ve
sorta neglected it for the passed several years. But not this year. Let it
be officially recorded that Santa Claus is herewith put on notice that I
have been a (vaguely) good boy all/most of most/some of the year and thus
ask and hope and pray for the following Christmas gifts come December 25.
* I want to sit singing “We Wish You a Merry Christmas” with my parents and
Gramma and little sister before we begin opening presents.
* I want to smell the tree and feel the prickling of its’ needles as I pull
presents from underneath it.
* I want to crack up watching my little sister playing “slapjack” with Dad.
* I want my little sister to cook imaginary things for me on the pink stove
Santa brought her – and then when she opens its’ little oven door and pulls
one of Mom’s cupcakes out I want to pretend I believe she really baked it in
there.
* I want to play “pick-up sticks” on the floor with my Dad while the dog
bounces all over us.
* While we’re opening gifts I want to hop over to Gramma every 10 minutes
or so to collect a smile and mooch a sip of her wonderfully warm tea.
* I want to see Mom laughing and giving Dad lots of hugs.
* I want my sister to sit on my lap while I read all her new little books
to her.
* I want at least one flannel shirt that matches one of Dad’s and to find
out that my new flannel-lined pants fit just perfectly.
* I want to hear Mom and Gramma coaching Dad while he’s trying to put
something together for them.
* I want me and Gramma to sit on the love seat working out the Christmas
crossword puzzle.
* I want to put on my black, rubber buckle boots and go have a snowball
fight with Dad in the back yard, and then get a broom and knock the icicles
off the rainspouting..
* I want to send my little sister to pilfer frosted Christmas cookies for
us from the kitchen and watch her come scampering back cackling with
laughter.
* I want Christmas to again be a day when my sister and I have Dad and Mom
and Gramma all to ourselves in our warm little home without interruptions
from anyone or anything.
Of course there isn’t much chance even Santa himself can bring all, or
even ANY, of the presents on my list to me. So in that case, I’ll just ask
him to bring Christmas gifts like them to all of Highland County’s kids
instead.
Merry Christmas!
Sincerely,
Jim Moore
Hillsboro[[In-content Ad]]