jolly

Dear Santa,

I'm well aware of the fact that this is the time of year when you get inundated with letters from children the world over putting in requests for their hearts' desire. Dolls, ipods, dump trucks; you name it, they want it.

I've written you some lengthy letters in years past with some serious demands. I'm not doing that this year. Instead, I'm writing to say thank you. I don't know how you managed it, but without any word from me, you've taken care of every wish I could have had this year and then some. You somehow put me and the Czechoslovakian together, brought my brother home triumphantly from his mission, and now you've taken care of my immediate family as well. Santa, I'm good. I don't need anything else this Christmas. Just, maybe, to be able to drive safely to and from Detroit a couple more times this month to share in all the joy with those I love the most. Anything else would just be meaningless after the love and pure happiness you have filled my heart with.

Thank you, Santa, for your wonderful example and the best Christmas on record.

Merry Christmas!

engquist