Since I've been busy this week with Christmas shopping, gift wrapping, cookie baking and a number of other Christmastime activities, I'm going to skip my regular blog post - and instead - share that letter with you.
So, from December 2001, I give you my Christmas letter to Santa...
Do you remember a long time ago,
When I was just six and my eyes were aglow?
I wrote you a letter and asked if just maybe,
There might be a way you could bring me a baby.
All year I’d been good (all week anyway)
And a “Baby Alive” would just make my day.
She could eat, she could drink – she could even go potty.
Please bring her, Dear Santa, and I’ll never be naughty!
I awoke Christmas morning and ran to the tree.
And to my delight she was waiting for me.
But here is the reason I’m sending this letter,
Your dolls were okay, but there’s something much better.
As much as I liked that baby you brought;
I wish you could see the dolls I've now got!
If babies like these could be made by your elves;
There’d be such demand; they’d fly off the shelves.
They're precious and sweet, unlike any other.
I suppose I am biased since I am their mother.
So Santa this year I won’t ask for a lot.
Because the very best gifts I've already got.
This Christmas I hope you can take time to reflect on precious memories - and even better - enjoy making new ones!
Have a Merry Christmas,