I just wanted to write you a short note.
I don’t know if I qualify for the nice list or not this year, I just want to be clear on the parameters.
So the part where you better not shout, you better not cry, you better not pout…
Does that mean like ever?
I mean for a while I have been okay on the shouting part. I haven’t had to lay into anyone in ages, so I am good there…but the crying and pouting part, maybe not so much.
I was just wondering if you could cut me some slack for that.
But like my newly made friends, we have persevered and sucked it up, tears and all…I also know I am not alone here, the other girls and probably some of the boys are in the same situation.
So I was just wondering, if you could spare us some chocolate and maybe a new pair of socks, you know…instead of coal and wilty carrots. I can do without the old potato too, I am sure there are people that have been grumpier than me that you can give it to.
And even though I haven’t got your cookies baked yet, I have a wee window of time after my finals that should be enough to get you some of my shortbread cookies on Christmas Eve night.
Do you do finals? Cause I could use some good luck if you could throw some my way a little before Christmas…I mean it is my birthday too, and I am going to be 49. All those things mixed together must give me a little bit of leverage, right?
And I don’t really want anything major, a few hugs, some good laughs and of course some pie…other than that, the only thing I really need is some sleep.
And socks. I was kinda serious about that. Socks are expensive, I bet you can get a better deal.
And chocolate. Because, well. It’s Christmas, and you don’t have to make excuses because you just ate a whole box of Pot of Gold.
So if you could make a few exceptions this year, my fellow students and I would be eternally grateful.
Thank you in advance.
Yours truly, Donna.