Dear Santa Claus,
After your advise last year to "lay off the groceries" when I sat on your lap, I deemed it more appropriate to write you. I feel that I have put forth a valiant effort towards being good and kind this year. I no longer swear when I am picking up 5 other peoples pajamas from the bathroom floor. I have worn my teeth down to nubs from clenching when asked for yet another ride somewhere. I am even learning to listen happily to Pete tell me how hard it is to stay in a nice hotel alone after going out to dinner with other adults. Enjoying adult beverages to boot! For all this hard work I have only one request. Computer access. I am slowly withering away and dying without my Internet and blog. How will people know what I am doing? How will I know what others are doing? My parents are being deprived of the clever and smart ass ( depending on the age) comments of their grandchildren. I briefly considered setting up a printing press and starting a daily but I have been banned from ever delivering papers again in this lifetime. So, please put a word in to my sweet husband. This is what I need. If you have trouble reaching him, it is because he will be in Montana this week. Maybe you could leave a note next to the chocolate on his pillow.
Thank you so much.
Sincerely, Matilda
