A Christmas Letter

Dear Santa,
I'm going out on a limb here in hopes that you read my blog and will get this letter. I have been a really good girl this year (well, compared to last year anyway) so I'm hoping you will take a look at my list and see what you can do about giving me what I want. It's a pretty short sheet of requests, and you being Santa Claus and all, I'm counting on you to help me out with these few things. I'm going to leave off the items that I can actually buy at Wal-Mart, and just stick to the stuff that might require a little of your Christmas magic.

My Christmas list 2007:

1. A lot of money.
2. Peace on earth.
3. A pimped out stretched limo for me and my girls to ride around the town in.
4. Alabama snow.
5. No worries, so I can be happy. Oh and that guy to ride around in my limo with me and my girls so he can sing that song to us.
6. A big Santa fart to blow eternally in just that certain someone's face that always deserves it. (And let me know if you need some names)
7. A huge field of wild flowers in my yard to spin in.
8. Some energy for the spinning.
9. And a partridge. I already have a pear tree, but it would be so extra Christmas-like if you could drop a partridge in it.

And that's it. Nothing more, but certainly nothing less. I appreciate it Santa Claus. I'm sorry for being somewhat demanding, but like I said, I think I've been pretty darn good this past year. As good as it seems to get, anyway.

Thanks, oh jolly one.

Abbey