Christmas Letters To Santa From Amazing Kids

Dear Santa,


Please when you come to my house would you bring me a doll that eats and cries, and my little pony and video games. I don't want you to bring me another brother, but my mom says that you are going to be bringing one around Christmas, but I already have one and he just gets in my stuff and breaks it. You can bring my dad a new job 'cause the mill he works at is not working right now and my mom would like to have a pot 'cause she says she doesn't have one to piss in..

Thank you so much and mom says we will leave cookies for you by the door that's because we don't have a chimney.

Love,
Sarah

 

Dear Santa,

I want a skateboard for Christmas and my mom said I can't have a skate board unless I wear a helmet and pads – so I guess you'd better bring those too.

Tommy

 

Dear Santa,

This is my Christmas list: a bike and a wii and a basketball hoop the kind that you sit in the driveway and I want surprise stuff too. Santa - I have been very good this year. If my sister says anything about me breaking her talking doll, I just want you to know that it just stopped talking – I had nothing to do with it even if I was holding it.

Jason

PS And I'm really very sorry about Blackie, her hamster

 

Santa's In The Frig?

A Funny Story and Great Letter To Santa

My eldest daughter, was 8, my son was 6, & the baby was a month shy of his 2nd birthday. I had a funny feeling this was going to be the last Christmas my daughter would believe in Santa because of all the questions, she was asking, like: "How does he do it in one day?" ...."How does he make all the kids in this whole world happy?" ..."How does he know if I am good or bad?" ..."How come you don't get any presents from Santa, Mommy?"

I tried to answer her questions as honestly as possible, but I ended up with a lecture of how it was magic. "That it was the miracle of Christmas. ...That Santa is Saint Nick, & one of God Angel's. That with the help of God & His Angels, all kinds of miracles happen, especially around Christmas." yadda...yadda..yadda. Needless to say, she didn't buy it.

I believe in quality time with my kids, so we watched the classic Christmas story "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" together. Hopefully, the movie would be able to satisfy her curiosity...and free me from another "family meeting."

The next day, the kids were at their wits-end, & if they weren't fighting about one thing--then they were bickering about another. My patience had just run out & I yelled out one of the most famous cliches, "You guys better be Good! SANTA CLAUS IS WATCHING YOU!"

With my daughter still asking questions & acting like she "didn't believe" anymore, she responds with her hands on her hips, "Oh yeah!!! HOW! You never told us how Santa's watching us? I don't see a video camera?"

I was in disbelief at her snobbish, attitude. However, the surprised look on my face was no prize to the puzzled look my boys gave me. They were just as curious to hear the answer as she was.

So... I hesitated a bit, then responded..."Well? hmm~Remember when we saw the movie 'Santa Claus Is Coming To Town'?" ~ They eagerly shook their head yes.

(WOW! I had the attention of all 3 kids at the same time, now that was a Christmas Miracle in itself.)

So I continued, "Remember when Kris Kringle took the snow ball to make a magic crystal ball so he could see all the children being bad or good?" ~ And they shook their head yes again. "Well...?" I hesitated for another moment while my imagination was running wild. Then it hit me! And I said in the most positive tone & with my hand on my hip, "I got that Crystal Ball! AND THAT'S how he could see if you are being good or bad!" My boys jaws hit the ground.

But my daughter looks at me with those skeptical, big brown eyes & says, "I don't believe it! Where do you keep it?" And once again, my boys look at me to hear what I have to say. I feel so under pressure...the wheels in my head are spinning... ...I take a deep breath & continue, "hmmmm...Mommy keeps it behind the refrigerator."

All three kids had the most puzzled look on their face that I found it difficult to keep a straight face and not just bust out laughing...but I did!

So I continured with, "That's why when you open the refrigerator door, you see the light flashing. It's the Crystal Ball working. That is Santa's eyeball into the house. And he could see you. And you. And you, too!" pointing to all 3 three children separately.

"When the light is on, that means Santa thinks you are good. And he will be coming to our house on Christmas Eve. BUT...when the light is off, that means you are bad!And Santa is very upset with your behavior. Then he won't be coming to our house on Christmas Eve."

I walked over to the fridge, opened the door & happily said, "Oh Boy! We are very lucky. The light is still on!" And then I bent my body over & peered my head in the fridge & said, "YES! YES, Santa. I had to tell them the truth. They will try harder to behave...OK. Good Night Santa!" and closed the door.
I couldn't believe my kids fell for it! I was so convincing that I almost convinced myself.

There were moments of the day when you could see my kids open up the refrigerator, peer inside, smile & wave to the light bulb as if they were being watched by Santa. They opened up the fridge to say "Good Morning" to Santa. They opened up the fridge to say "Good Night!"

 They showed him when they finished their dinner. And when they did well on tests. The funniest thing was that they made it a point to whisper around the fridge so that Santa wouldn't hear them when they would yell & fight with each other!

When they did argue, I would swing open the door & they would jump out of the way of the light (as if they were dodging the Crytsal Ball)

Their bickering stopped for about a week.

Then, one evening they were fighting on the kitchen floor about something. I mean, rolling around & fighting like animals! I couldn't take it anymore. I flung open the fridge door & screamed,"NOW YOU BELIEVE ME SANTA! CAN YOU SEE THEM FIGHTING!"

They nearly jumped out of their skin. They jumped so high & away from the shining light of the refrigerator, I thought they were gonna fly out of the window. They all scattered away from the opening of the door. But I told them that it was too late. Santa already had observed their bad behavior. My boys were upset because they weren't sure what was going to happen next.

But my daughter, the skeptic, persuaded them not to worry. She told them, "Mommy is only kidding. Santa will be coming to our house. You'll see."

That night I loosened the light bulb in the refrigerator.

The next morning, my children had one of the most uncontrollable crying fits I've ever witnessed! I thought my kids were gonna have a heart-attack when they opened the door & the light was off! When I walked in the kitchen to open the refridgerator door, I sadly commented, "THAT'S IT! NOW YOU'VE DONE IT! SANTA AIN'T COMING TO THIS HOUSE! NOW DO YOU BELIEVE ME, dear daughter!"

I thought I was gonna have to call 9-1-1 for an oxygen tank. My kids were hysterical!

(But I didn't give in...they believed me. My daughter believed me. I had one more Christmas that she believed!!! Not that she believed in Santa....but that she believed in the Magic of Christmas!)

1 week until Christmas, and the light in the fridge was still not working. My kids verified this by opening & closing the fridge about 100 times a day! I told them, "Forget about it. It would take a miracle for Santa to forgive you guys for fighting with each other!"

"Well, we believe in miracles, Mommy," my middle child told me in the most angelic voice, "St. Nick will come to our house."

"We believe, Mommy!", my youngest child repeated.

That night, I woke up around 2:30 a.m. for a midnight snack. When I opened up the refrigerator, there was a note posted inside addressed to Santa Claus. Being the busy body that I am, I opened the letter. It said:

Dear Santa,

We are sorry for upsetting you. You don't have to bring us toys. Just bring mommy the George Forman Grill she wants. Please turn the light back on so you can see how good we are being. Don't punish mommy too.

Love, Mommies 3 kids

PS---We're still baking you cookies next week, so please just come over to get them. xxoo


I couldn't stop crying. I tightened the light bulb back & took the letter (I still have it to this day.)
The next morning my kids were so happy. They continued to open the refrigerator door, but this time to show Santa how they were bringing their dinner dishes to the sink, or how they were being kind & polite to each other or just to wave & blow Santa a kiss! But most of all, they kept saying how they weren't gonna fight with each other anymore, and how Christmas is filled with magic!

Even though my kids didn't get everything they wanted for Christmas, It was the best Christmas morning of my entire being! I was able to preserve the Magic of Christmas for one more year!
And even though it wasn't on the Christmas List...Santa got me my George Foreman Grill too.