So he has now completed his wish list.
And thank God he gives his list to me and doesn't actually mail it to Santa.
Cuz THIS is what his "list" looks like:
I kid you not!
It's on a 3x5 index card that he thought he'd recycle (note the scratched out fax number; there's also old information on the flip side) and he tells me that this is his Christmas list. (Damned good thing I was with him when he made that list cuz I wouldn't have a clue what in hell he was talking about otherwise.)
No "Dear Santa."
No "I've been a very good boy all year." (Cuz THAT would be, well, you know ...)
No, "Thank you for the gifts you left last year."
None of the niceties that one teaches a child to include in a letter to Santa.
Oh now I get it -- that's why he calls it a wish list rather than a letter to Santa! Duhhhhh!!!!
But you know, just as a letter should have a sender, a wish list should have a wisher.
And I don't see anything on this piece of paper to even tell me what it is. It actually looks like an old note that John must have dropped.
I guess I'll just put it in the bag of burnable garbage; I can't imagine what else it could be for.
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