Blogmas Day 12: My Grown Up Letter to Santa
Dear Santa,
What’s UP, my dude? How’s the wife? And the elves? Please tell me you guys have taken precautionary bed bug measures for your forthcoming travel to Paris? Can those things survive in a chimney? Sorry, none of my business, just looking out for you! 2023 has been another banner year, one that started out with kidney stones! Like, a lot of them, can you believe that? Anyway, I’m oversharing that information to underline that I cannot be held accountable for any streams of profanity that were the result of being in, frankly, a sh*t ton of pain. Forgive me? Let’s hope so, because I’ve got a list for ya!
I would love it if, as a society, we could deem homemade friendship bracelets as the fashion accessory for all occasions. Hanging out at home in your sweats? Friendship bracelets! Headed to a swanky Christmas party? Friendship bracelets! Trying to follow that TikTok numbering method to determine if you’re over or under accessorized? Friendship bracelets! More or less? Let the math decide! Friendship bracelets were like the most wholesome part of 2023, let’s keep ‘em going, yeah?
Ya girl is trying to see the Jo Bros on tour with backstage passes. I feel like everyone has met a Jonas except for me, and as a long-time, dedicated fan, this seems unjust. (If you’re a real person reading this, please don’t get me Jo Bros tickets, I’ve met my being in crowds quota for the year)
I could use some new, bigger pants. Spare your she’s gotten too big for her britches jokes, because I literally have gotten too big for my britches. I’d love to say that I’m embracing my softer old age with grace and gratitude, but I think those qualities will be more achievable when I’m not Pillsbury Crescent Roll stuffed into my jeans.
I would love for my cat, Chuck, to tell me, to my face, in English, that she’s changed her tune and would love to have a little orange kitty sister named Linus. Please.
Speaking of Chuck, she is still holding out for a mini cat sofa and dedicated living room space to relax in after a long day of napping. She told me she’d write to ask you herself, but, you know, no thumbs.
Can you get in touch with the people at Netflix and tell them we need more quality Christmas movies, and we need them NOW?!
In all seriousness, there’s a lot of really crappy stuff going on out in the world right now. Santa, if you’re able to fulfill a single item on this list, let it be this one, can we all treat each other with kindness?
Thanks for all the love and magic, big dude!
Currently listening to: “Christmas Tonight” by Dave Barnes ft. Hillary Scott
xoxo Leigh Ann
P.S. Send gifts to:
P. Sherman
42 Wallaby Way
Sydney