A LETTER TO SANTA

It is Sunday. She sits silent and cold as she surrounds the house. Taunting me to come outside. "I" and I peered out the door. "No way," we both say, closing the door we stayed inside. "I" is nuggled in a throw back to sleep. I armed with coffee prepare to fight with my daily words again. A thank-you prayer is whispered. Thank-you God I am not homeless with only a box and a old coat for warmth. Thank-you.

Dear Santa,

I'm sure you are headed into your busiest time of year. What with gift requests coming in right and left. And of course trying to keep track of those pesty little Elf's. That's probably a job in its self. Not that I don't like The Elf's. I think there are very cute. I'm not too crazy about the suits they wear but love their ears. I have already received what I wanted several months ago. My Adirondack chair. I love it. But I thought maybe it wouldn't hurt to send out one more plea. So here goes.

I am not sure if being Santa gives you any special power. Although I do believe that anyone who can go around the world in one night in a miniature sleigh and a bag that never run out of toys. Has to have some kind of magic going on. So if you do have some magical powers could you sprinkle a few on my family. I would really like evrything running really smooth this year.

Also is there anyway you could help let my hair grow faster No new wrinkles and take away the urge for "Little Debbie's."

One last thing. I would like ten prethreaded needles. Five in white, five in Black. I cannot even see to use a needle threader these days. Prethreaded needles would be the greatest. So that about does it for my list. by the way please don't tell The Elf's I think their suits are funny. Oh wait one more thing. When you fly over my house could you give me a loud shout out. I think it would be great for a fat man in a red suit to holler my name from way up there in the skies. Oh please don't expect cookies. I'll be glad to leave out milk but we both know I will have already ate the cookies myself. Thanks Billye

I am at the turn around in Blogland. The dark sky has a funny tinge to it. I'm wondering if maybe it will snow here. Surely they have snow sometimes. I listen trying to hear some sound of Christmas in the air. But nothing bounces back to me, only silence I might bring my little Fiber optic tree over and put it right out in front of the one store. I stop tp peer in the plate glass window. I'm not even sure they have electric in this store. Oh well, it was just a thought. I'm walking towards home. I scan the skies. Wondering if Santa might be here in Cyberspace making a trial run. You never know. But for now, I'm outta here.