Each year, children across the land, lie.
They write to Santa and claim they were good for the entire year [impossible] in the hopes that Santa just fell off the turnip/cookie truck and is feeling particularly gullible on the day that their name comes up on the “Naughty or Nice” list.
Our children write the lies.
They believe the lies.
They whisper the lies in Santa’s ear at the mall.
I understand. I don’t judge. I have experience as a child.
The forceful impact a new, wrapped toy has on a usually honest, forthright and for-the-most-part well-behaved child cannot be denied.
And, who can blame the child?
The child reviews the past year with her/his mini rose-colored glasses on and decides, “More or less, I was good. I was deserving. I’ll take some gifts… Kindly hook me up, Santa.”
“I don’t think I earned this gift, Mom and Dad,” said no child. Ever. On Christmas morning.
So in spite of this
vicious traditional and widely-accepted dishonesty cycle, Lila and Vivienne and I wrote their Christmas lists for Santa on Monday.
They were hand-written in a list format. Not yet, letter-form.
I would imagine we’ll do a letter next year for Lila.
So, in order to prepare for next year’s letter, I’ve created this primer.
First, the suggested Santa Form Letter.
In case you had trouble reading that, I’ll translate:
1. Bouquet of Flowers (I sigh. The sweetness.)
3. Stamps (As in with ink pad, not United States Postal Service.)
6. Makeup (sigh…)
8. Pink Purse
And then there’s Vivi’s list. Which of course, at 2.5 she couldn’t quite write.
I think you can read it just fine.