My Letter To Santa

Every year, John writes a letter to Santa expressing what he wants for Christmas. Find out if you're looking for some of the same things under your tree this year.

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Transcript

My Letter To Santa

Dear Santa, Well . . . here we are again. That special time of year when Christmas officially begins — right after the Fourth of July. At least, that’s how it feels when the stores start stocking tinsel before the back-to-school sale has even cooled down.

I’ll give them this though, Santa — if an early Christmas makes people nicer a little sooner, I guess I can live with hearing “Jingle Bells” on the radio before I’ve carved a pumpkin.

But since we are talking about rushing, I’ve got a few things I wish we’d slow down on. Just little favors, Santa. Small miracles. You handle Christmas Eve in one night, so this should be a cakewalk.

First — football fans. Can we stop throwing a parade when our team is up by two touchdowns in the first quarter? Every time we do, smug shows up, kicks off his shoes, and suddenly the other team is scoring like Santa on caffeine — no chimney unvisited. Next thing you know, we’re watching the Grinch steal our Christmas cheer. 

And while we’re on football — could you whisper in a quarterback’s ear every now and then? Just remind him that the play clock exists. Because when it ticks to zero and we get a delay-of-game penalty . . .  let’s just say my “Navy language” comes out. And I’m pretty sure that lands me on your naughty list.

Now, this next one is big — I know, I know — but could you ask politicians to stop sprinting to defend someone from their own party when everyone on Earth knows there’s no good excuse? It’s awkward, Santa. Painfully awkward. Might I suggest a little coal? Maybe gift-wrapped. With a bow.

Another thing — tell folks we don’t need to stampede into the doctor’s office begging for the latest miracle drug we just saw in a commercial. You know the ones — names with more consonants than a Scrabble tournament in Russia.

And lastly — maybe, just maybe — we could slow down on jumping to conclusions. Because when we leap without looking, suddenly every half-baked idea becomes a conspiracy theory, and good people post things online that make them look stupid . . . uh, I mean  enthusiastically uninformed.

Anyway, Santa, I hope you and Mrs. Claus — Mary… Christmas — get a real vacation after the big night. Maybe take that new boat out. Though . . . I’d avoid the southern coast. Folks down that way might assume you’re waging a war on Christmas. And we both know you’re more of a peace-on-earth guy.

Oh — one more thing. Cookies and milk cost about the same as a mid-sized SUV this year, so I’ll be putting out sugared breadcrumbs and non-dairy creamer. Hope that works for you.

Thanks for reading my letter, Santa.

And Merry Christmas from your old pal,

(LJ) Little Johnny