Close to Nowhere - Linda Jones

The Santa letters are in this edition of The South Reporter. I love the letters -- one young man asked for “opium.” Kris, who types the letters every year, wanted to change it to “Optimus Prime” a Transformer type something. Kris, still being a kid at heart, knew exactly what it was; me, I’m a “Barbie girl.”

I wouldn’t let Kris change it. I just knew that if it was my kid’s letter, I’d be laughing so hard. I’d probably frame that one!

Every year I write my own letter to Santa -- usually, no, always, asking for a new Barbie and world peace. And there’s nothing wrong with wanting and asking for “frivolous” stuff (although a Barbie is not frivolous!).

Dear Santa,
I want a Barbie -- there’s a new one this year, with a really sharp-styled haircut (and dark hair) and wearing a “little black dress.” She would look really cool standing beside my ’60’s Barbie and “Elvis.” Or my Star Trek or Lucille Ball Barbies also.
I desperately want an iPad 2. I don’t know why, I don’t need one particularly. But man, playing Angry Birds on that size screen would be really, really awesome.
I need a lot of quilting stuff as well. There’s this fantastic new fabric I’ve seen in a magazine -- peacock blue with spectacular blue, green and gold peacocks -- big ones -- scattered about. I don’t know what I’d do with it, but...
And Santa, we’ve come through a couple really serious health crises the past month or so. I’d really, really like to avoid any more of these for a bit. I think a rut would be a nice place to be stuck for a while!
Another thing I’d really like is to be able to get everything my youngest granddaughter has asked for. That’s not humanly possible, so I think I’m going to send you her letter and let you take care of it. Just a warning, she wants an iPad 2 also!
And while you’re at it, please think of something for Pop. He’s the hardest person in the world to buy for. He has pretty much everything he needs (and wants), but the “other” things he wants or needs, he keeps to himself. How do I know he wants some kind of new gun or whatever? I’m thinking he needs a fat, wiggly, solid black puppy that has the tiniest tip of white on his tail!
At lunch Tuesday, Barry said the prayer for Pam’s birthday lunch we were enjoying. One thing really struck me --
“Help us spread good cheer throughout this season.”
I guess that means I have to stop being grumpy. And isn’t good cheer a wonderful thought!
Thank you Santa!
“Peace and goodwill to
you and yours!”


Thursday, December 15, 2011
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