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Watching too much television ruined the surprise and magic of St. Nick for me. Though I'm not sure which exact program it was that unbagged the Christmas cat, it's kind of hard for a pragmatic kid to not figure out the great conspiracy on his or her own, given enough time to think about the inconsistencies. That didn't stop me from writing my wishlist to Santa every year, though, as I was still too young to break the fashionable habit.
But since I knew the letters would always find their way to my mother's hands no matter what North Pole address I scribbled on the envelope, I only asked for trivial things, G.I. Joe figures and NES games, instead of the impossibilities I prayed for every night, the pitiful petitions that served no good to ask out loud -- a girlfriend to hold hands with at school, a father who'd come back home to us after years of estrangement, or a home that wasn't a cramped apartment in dirty, dilapidated downtown Detroit.
So, that was my "Dear Santa" experience. If you need something to lift you up out of the depressive state I've put you in, read on for a much more cheerful (and adorable) letter.
Thankfully, Sophia's mother transcribed this letter for those of you who can't be bothered to decipher the intricacies of a seven-year-old's handwriting. Her mom took a few liberties and made some corrections to her text, but we left at least one of Sophia's cute misspellings in there. You can't miss it!
This year I do not want so many things! This year I am only having 4 or 5 presents. Instead of presents, I want you to give other children a lot of presents. Kids sometimes do not get a lot of presents. Two of the things I need are books. Their titles are High School Musical Crunch Time and That's so Raven book about needing to help her friend and front row seats tickets. I also want an Intendo DS (like Carolines). I hope you can get me at least 1 of these presents. Thank you!
Sophia Sabet/Sophia Sabet
P.S. Merry Christmas!"
Oh god, it's so cute that it hurts my face. Sophia's little sister also scrawled out her own wishlist, and, while it doesn't have any Nintendo misspellings, you need to read it anyway.
I want a fake nails
and a big horse
and a hanna [montana] camera
and a webkinz
and a thing
and a 1000 webkinz
and a whole box of doctor gloves"
On a similar note, every night, my wife and I seem to drive past some store or restaurant with a sign out that reads, "We have Webkinz," while we're driving around. Without exception, I ask out loud, "What the hell is a Webkinz?"
"Your mom is a webkinz," my wife always replies, never missing a beat.
"What? How does that even make sense?"
"I guess you're just going to have to ask her the next time you see her."
"I guess I will."
She always laughs and takes my hand -- the one not gripping the steering wheel -- shortly afterwards.