Santa
Claus
c/o
North Pole
Dear
Santa,
Like
always it seems, this missive is being sent rather late this year and I apologize. Apparently you're not the only one out there
that gets really busy around this time of year, and it didn't help
when you had the Post Office drop all those letters off at my place.
By the way, If this was supposed to be some kind of a joke, I have to
tell you that everyone around here was laughing their butts off, with
the exception of my apartment manager when the sacks were dumped on
his desk (somebody must have watched the original “Miracle on 34th
Street). Anyway, I did read through a few of them like your note
suggested, and was actually able to use a few of them. Funny Stuff!
I'd
like to tell you that I've been good this year, but that would only
be adding insult to injury. So if by some mischance I still made the
'Nice List', it's only because I've been bribing a couple of the
elves. (You might really want to consider getting some counselors in
by the way. Some of those guys have a serious Twinkie addiction; and
with all those Hostess bakeries closed, there's got to be some some
little Vulcan wannabes with a serious case if the shakes by now.)
Anyway,
there's just one thing on my list for you this year:
Could
you do something so that the pundits and power brokers let go of the Sandy Hook thing.
The people actually involved are already in enough pain with what's
happened to them and they don't need a bunch of media vultures asking how
they feel during the funerals of their children and those of their friends; nor do
they need a bunch of self-serving parasitic politicians trying to make
a reputation on their misery. I have a feeling you'll know just how
to get an anthracite message across in such a way that they'll
remember it.
I'm
not going to ask you to do anything for the families themselves,
since that's way out of your job description. As someone who lost a
family member way too early in their life (and mine for that matter),
I know that the only thing that has a chance to help is time. I had a couple of other thoughts for this year; but in light of recent events, none of them seem worth bothering over. So don't worry about the small stuff, we can handle it on our own.
Speaking
of families …. Before you ask, mine is doing well again this
year, and since it appears that we're going to get past this little
practical joke on the part of the Mayans, there are some especially
good things to look forward to in 2013. I know I haven't asked for anything for
myself this year, but I never really seem to ask for anything and you
always manage to show up with some pretty great stuff in spite of my annual misdeeds … thanks. I'm
especially thankful to you by the way, for whatever you keep giving
Michael Miller that convinces him to put my writing
efforts up on the Toledo Free Press website.
Besides,
I know that there are a lot of people out there whose need is far
greater than mine, so you would be doing me a big favor to help them
out as much as you can instead. (Come to think of it, you might want
to get lots of them copies of the “Holiday Wishes 2” through the
TFP, which would help twice over.)
Merry
Christmas,
Tim
P.S.
I will no doubt be up late again this year (nobody at our age
actually sleeps well anyway), and I have plenty of cookies and Egg
Nog (yes, the low-fat kind so you can watch your cholesterol), so feel free to stop by as usual. Not
that you'll need it, but I'll leave the light on.
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