I sat down with the girls this week and helped them write a letter to Santa. Surprisingly after Laina’s oh so traumatic experience with Santa she is still eager to send him requests for gifts. I started her off with the sentences in bold and she took off from there.
Here’s her letter:
Dear Santa,
This year I’d like…Barbie in da diamon castle ’cause I love it, I don’t have it at my birtday. I want Pongo. I want a picture of write stuff. I want a Pongo movie anna Pongo toy. I want lights…like doggy lights.
Santa I want you to bring my Dad a gawaffe. My mom would like a lelephant. Please bring Maile a lelephant anna moenky for Kainoa.
Thank you!
Love Laina.
Maile’s letter:
For Christmas this year I’d like a baby pola bear and I want dress up clothes and some books and my own coloring books and I want my own car like it goes by itself and my own my little pony.
Santa please bring my Dad a baseball card because he likes dat kind. Please bring Kainoa a ball cause he likes balls. I’d like Laina to have Pongos and my mom needs her own Bible book.
Thank you.
Love Maile.
If Kainoa could write a letter I’m sure it would go something like this:
Hey Santa, you scared the shit out of me the other day when my Mom stuck me on your lap. Yeah I still remember that and it’s not sitting well with me (no pun intended)…karma’s a bitch Santa, I just want you to know that.
For Christmas this year please bring me a mother who won’t put me down. It really pisses me off when my own Mom insists on doing stuff without holding me…I knew showing them I could walk so early was a bad idea. Along with a new mother, I’d like to see lots of markers, glassware, scissors, cameras, cell phones, kitties, garbage, and remote controls under the tree this year. These are a few of my favorite things.
It’s the least you could do.
Thank you Santa.
Love Kainoa.
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