A Christmas Story...I didn't get anything for Christmas one year when I was a kid. I might have been 8 or 9...I don't remember my exact age, but I what I do remember made a big impact. I learned Santa can be very mean!

Here's what happened...

I got all kinds of stuff I didn't ask for nor did I like or want. Being the outspoken child that I was, I made no secret of my unhappiness and complained and complained and complained about how unhappy I was with my gifts. So, Santa the meanie, got tired of hearing me complain and took my Christmas presents back. He took everything except 1 thing...a bowling ball, because it already had the holes drilled in it and couldn't be returned. So, kiddies...be grateful for ALL your gifts...even that fruitcake!

My Letter To Santa

Dear Santa,

     I know it’s not much money in this day and age, but if you bring me one million dollars I promise to invest it and let it reap financial rewards so that I may have financial security when I get old. I could just ask you for impractical ‘things’ like everyone else my age does, such as a new iPod that can store 10 million songs and completely eliminate the need to ever buy a CD again from a starving independent musician such as myself, or maybe a 236 ft long high-definition plasma TV or even a new car (although my car cost me more this year than that new Porsche I wanted last year (and didn’t get, by the way)…Or, I can ask for the 'practical' things little girls my age seem to want such as new boobs, a butt lift, a face lift, or so many Botox shots that all I’ll be able to do is blink and stare…But, the million dollars would just make it easier, don’t you think?? Everyone says money can't buy happiness, but I’d like to try it once and see for myself. If it doesn’t make me happy, which I highly doubt, I promise to donate it to my favorite charity.

      See you on Christmas Eve with the dough…and thank you,Santa!!

      Debe