Dear Santa

I can't believe its already December. Its incredible how fast time can go. Like just the other day I was a pre-teen hating the fact that time would go so slow. To impatient to sit in my seat waiting for the teacher to tell us to get ours things packed that school will be over in a few minutes. Counting down the days till the best time of year, Christmas. As a child Christmas was so great to me. Sometimes it would snow others it didn't. (Now when it snows, I hate it. The first few hours its cute. But then it gets ugly.) But the best part about Christmas, was the gifts. And as the years went on I got less and less. But it was ok, because I had one thing that many people didn't
have. I had a Santa. No wait hear me out, I'm not crazy.

When I was younger I would write to Santa and ask for anything I wanted. I would usually get it too. Now of course I have always known that there wasn't a Santa. But my family as well as others had a little scam. We would write to "Santa" telling him that we were good and that our parents were working two jobs each and that I had 7 other brothers and sisters. (I only have 5.) Since I was writing to people with money. My letter will get good. Saying all I wanted for Christmas. Writing down about two or three things. But you see I wouldn't just write this to one "Santa" I would write to 4 or 5. Saying all the different gifts I wanted. Only problem, you would have to write to him before Thanksgiving. Or else you wouldn't get anything. One time "Santa" couldn't deliver his gifts to us so he sent his helpers. Two skinny "elfs" with two black garbage bags filled of goodies. My mom made my sisters and I ask for things like dolls and stuff. Now for some reason I had the crazy idea that they were for us. But NOO of course not. They were for her. Like what is her old ass going to do with dolls. I'll tell you, nothing. She saved them, and she still has them. She has all the Spice Girls. That were ours. But whatever. I know if we would have kept them, we wouldn't even know where they were at. So maybe one day they will cost something. But I don't recall what happened to Baby Spice. (Plus all the other dolls she has look nice. In a cage and all.)


Man I wish I would have written to Santa this year. And asked for something.
Anything. Because it isn't fun anymore. No tree, no gift wipes, all we get is the gift before or after Christmas. Not even in a box. It was fun when you'd pretend to sleep and watch our mom hide the gifts, and would guess what she got
and for whom.

All Christmas is now, is wasting my own money on others. And that sucks. Sometimes......