What do Flyer readers want for Christmas?
Every year, I look forward to one of the best parts of the newspaper during the holiday season; kids’ letters to Santa.
Sometimes awkward, sometimes hilarious, and sometimes absolutely heartbreaking, letters to Santa are always quality reading material. Unless you are the parent of the child that asks Santa “for a new boyfriend for my mom because her boyfriend is mean to her” or for “my dad to stop drinking.” If you’re that parent, well, maybe letters to Santa aren’t exactly your favorite thing in the world. But at least you know how your kid really feels, right?
I read every one of those things when they are published, and I don’ even have any kids.
I read for the kid who asks Santa for every single gaming console on the market, including every game ever made to go along with it, plus a go-cart, and a fort, and night-vision goggles and a 1967 Firebird, red please.
I read for the kid who asks for an end to homelessness or world hunger, or for presents for other kids, or for the troops to come home from Iraq.
Then there’s the kid who is a realist that asks for one action figure, or Barbie, or whatever. I read for that kid too.
Some of the funniest letters to Santa are the ones written by the kids that confuse Santa Claus with God. It must be really tough for a kid to be able to differentiate the two. Two omnipotent beings that you write to, or can talk to in your head, that you ask for things and they just magically happen. Some kids think Christmas is a celebration of Santa Claus’ birthday. Others write their letters to Jesus.
“Please Jesus, please bring me the new party time Barbi dream house,” or “Please Santa, I’ve been really good, please bring me a Nintendo Wii and thank you Santa Claus for dying on the cross for our sins.”
Letters to Santa are awesome. They represent one of the most incredible qualities in human nature that we are apparently born with but that eventually gets beaten out of all of us: the ability to believe that anything is possible, that is, if you just ask Santa Claus.
Anyway, it seems like a shame that we eventually grow out of writing these beautiful, innocent, and hopeful letters to Santa, and that we eventually lose faith in asking someone in a letter for the one thing that we want more than anything in the world, and that we at least for the span of a few months, hope against all hope that somehow our wish will be granted.
So I say we forget all our inhibitions, and our old selves, and old bodies for a moment, and the weak economy and our own beaten down, down-trodden realism and ask old Santa for the one thing we want the most this year. Maybe Santa or at the very least Mark Cuban, or Bill Gates, or Don Tyson or someone is out there listening, and will make our Christmas miracle come true.
So tell us, dear Flyer readers. What do you want for Christmas?
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Wiff Rightly
December 22, 2008
Hmm… I’m gonna have to wish for a Lamborghini. An orange one. I wanted one when I was eight and I still do. Santa never delivered on that wish. Is there a dollar limit cutoff? If so, I guess $300,000 is probably a little over the cutoff point. Oh well. If I can’t have a lambo, I guess world peace would work too… but only if the lamborghini isn’t doable.
ARKinOK
December 22, 2008
Hey Wiff, maybe we can add our limits and have enough for the lambo…I’ll share! Oh yeah, world peace too!!!
Wiff Rightly
December 22, 2008
ARKinOK – You’ve got yourself a deal, buddy.
Total Bastard
December 22, 2008
FIVE BUSINESS FRIENDLY ALDERMEN!….
Four laying hens,
3 lanes of Garland,
2 miles of trail,
and a minimum 2-inch caliper tree.
Sarah Fortune
December 22, 2008
Rotnei Clarke
The Truth
December 22, 2008
To get my book published.
bloomin' onion
December 23, 2008
playdough
bloomin' onion
December 23, 2008
whoops!! I mean Play-Doh. Sorry.
George
December 23, 2008
I’ll take just one godd&*#ned drama free day in 2009. Just one. Is that so much to ask you big red omnipotent bastard? By the way, how’s Mrs Claus in the sack? I bet she’s a firecracker. Probably smells like peppermint all over.
Or world peace would be fine…
trisarahtops
December 27, 2008
I love how most kids can usually spell “Nintendo” and “Wii” but every now and then someone else also in the third grade will butcher “playstashun.”