June 5, 2010 at 6:11 am #6753
I’ve been a good mom all year. I’ve fed, cleaned and cuddled my children on demand, visited the doctor’s office more than my doctor, sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground. I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son’s red crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I’ll find anymore free time in the next 18 years.
Here are my Christmas wishes:
I’d like a pair of legs that don’t ache (in any color, except purple, which I already have) and arms that don’t hurt or flap in the breeze; but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store.
I’d also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy. If you’re hauling big ticket items this year
I’d like fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music; a television that doesn’t broadcast any programs containing talking animals; and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone.
On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, “Yes, Mommy” to boost my parental confidence, along with two kids who don’t fight and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools.
I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting “Don’t eat in the living room” and “Take your hands off your brother,” because my voice seems to be just out of my children’s hearing range and can only be heard by the dog.
If it’s too late to find any of these products, I’d settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a Styrofoam container.
If you don’t mind, I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable? It will clear my conscience immensely.
It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family.
Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and my son saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back.
Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and come in and dry off so you don’t catch cold. Help yourself to cookies on the table but don’t eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.
Yours Always, MOM
P.S. One more thing…you can cancel all my requests if you can keep my children young enough to believe in Santa for many years to come.
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June 5, 2010 at 7:58 am #403948
I love it!
Mine are grown with babies of their own and I would give anything to trade places with you, my daughter or my son.
When your children are grown and move out those annoying memories turn into precious memories and go too. Those are the ones you miss and cry over the most.
June 5, 2010 at 8:05 am #403936
Oh, I so love this wish list to Santa… especially the end. But you are lucky if you only have 2… I have 3 all very close together in age… and I can’t imagine what mothers who have more than 3 kids go through… I would never find the strength for more.
But I think this letter to Santa perfectly describes what I want too, and yes… even for my kids to stay young enough or at least innocent enough to believe in Santa for many years to come.
Bless you for posting this… I needed to read something like this because I’ve been feeling down lately.. so thank you so much!
June 5, 2010 at 8:45 am #403890
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