What I Want for Christmas

"Mama," my eight-year-old son said.  "Can you come over to the sofa and snuggle with me?  I want to tell you what I want Santa to bring me for Christmas."

"Okay," I said.  I put down the dishes and sat on the sofa next to my little man.  He snuggled up next to me as I put my arm around him.  "What do you want Santa to bring you for Christmas?"

"I want a Razor scooter and an electric car."

Hmmm.

"And do you know what else I want?" he continued.

"What else?" I asked.

"I want a jet propulsion vehicle, and a time machine, and a million dollars."

Well, Santa, you have a very tall order to fill here!



Do you want to know what I want for Christmas, Santa?  I would like a publisher to buy my manuscript(s).  I've worked very hard, and I've been a good girl. Most of the time. So please, can you do that little thing for me?

And do you know what else I want?  I want my lip to go back to its normal size, because I want to smile again!

Here's a little song for you, Santa:

All I want for Christmas is my lip to shrink,
My lip to shrink,
Oh, my lip to shrink.

All I want for Christmas is my lip to shrink,
So I could wish a Merry Christmas!

Would you like to here me sing,
"Sister Suzie sitting on a sissle?" (I can't pronounce th's.)
Gosh oh gee,
How happy I'd be,
If I could only whistle! (and smile!)

All I want for Christmas is my lip to shrink,
My lip to shrink,
Oh, my lip to shrink.

All I want for Christmas is my lip to shrink,
So I could wish a Merry Christmas!


There you go, Santa.  An earworm in your head.  Remember it when you land on my roof tonight with your eight reindeer.  On second thought, you may want to park in the driveway.  My roof is a little steep.



Merry Christmas!  I hope all of you who celebrate it, have a fantastically marvelous day, and I hope you get everything on your list!