Dear Santa
About this naughty thing...
Hey! today’s newsletter is written by the child because she’s got some explaining to do:
Dear Santa,
I am writing to you to help determine the actual terms of naughy vs nice as I have some questions. I’m pretty sure I was naughty today. Dad says I was, so I guess I have to go with that.
You see, the day started okay at first. I started watching my “shows” as always and then Dad came down and told me I had to go to school!
I must confess, I lost it. I screamed and protested and stomped my feet and told my Dad that NO WAY was I going to school. He tried to explain that I wasn’t in trouble or nor did I have to go to school for the day and I just needed to wait in the hall for fifteen minutes while he and mommy talked to my teacher in the classroom.
I tried Santa, I did. But six-year-old emotions are hard and my brain heard “go to school” and the next thing I know I’m in my bedroom screaming at the top of my lungs becuase who goes to school when it’s a no school day? I don’t understand.
Then when Dad asked me to put the tablet down, I didn’t and instead took it and ran away with it to my bedroom still screaming.
Santa, I can’t recommend doing this as I haven’t seen my tablet since and Dad said something about not seeing it again until I’m 18. I don’t think this is good.
Santa, I really screwed up. There’s no way around it.
But, when we got to the school I had settled down and we were still on time so I figure that’s got to be worth something,right Santa? Dad said to sit in the chair and in his stern Dad voice told me to sit there and not move and when he has that voice I know he means business.
Santa, I was good in the hallway at school and didn’t get out of the chair once while mommy and Dad were talking to my teacher. Some other parents showed up and they looked bored so I told them all about you and that it’s only a few more weeks until you come down the chimney so I’ve been spreading the christmas cheer any way I can.
Dad seemed a bit happier with me but when we got home he told me I had to stay in my room all afternoon. I was a little bored but finally about mid afternoon mommy said I could come downstairs as my mood had improved considerably
Dad also told me that I misbehaved SO BAD that I had to do one more thing and that’s write you an apology letter. It’s a first draft, so it’s a little rough but I wanted you to see it and to know I am trying to be good but sometimes it’s just so hard.
Dad says that if I send this letter to you, you will take me off the naughty list and I hope he’s right because I really want to have a nice Christmas this year and also a pink remote controlled car and some more stuffies would be nice too.
Love,
The Child. xoxo
Those were the days. Santa time was magical.