In the local paper this week (yep - our town only has a weekly paper) there were letters to Santa from kids at the local schools. Here are a few of the better ones, with my comments. Did you really think I wouldn't comment?
Is it cold up ther? I am shr it is. dont wre it will be wrm in my house. there will be hot chaliket. i been bad and good sometimes. I hop I get the theng's I want for cricmus. I hop you will give me wut I want for cricmus.
Will- I hop you get what you want for cricmus, too - as well as a few vowels. You need them.
How are you and Mrs. Claus? Thank you for the gifts that you gave me last year. I would like to have pjs also a barbie. I will leve you cookies and milk.
Jen - If Santa doesn't bring you pajamas and a Barbie, he's a big, fat mean bastard, and I will personally help you kick his ginormous, lard-filled ass.
I hope you and Mrs. Claus are okay. Thank you for the prezes. I wuld like to have for Christmas this year I'd like to have urk eestrik log shot. Id like to havv ddgn. I will leave kookez and nelk.
Um...Zak..are you an alien? 'Cause the last half of your letter sounds a lot like what I would imagine alien-speak to be.
I wont to send you a meshig. What I rillie want is a new puppy. Next, I rillie wont is a horse. Last, I onte is a nother puppy for crismus. I rillie want theshe things.
Kensey - you're entirely too young to be drinking. Lay off the sauce until you're at least in the 5th grade, okay?
My name is Autumn. I really want a baby bed for all of my dolls. I would like to say "I love you, and be safe, your going to splash your bottom going into my house."
Autumn, dear child, do you possibly live in a houseboat? Swamp? A raft in the middle of a pond? C'mon kid, I'm dyin' to know exactly how Santa's going to get a wet tush going to your house.
I hope you and Mrs. Claus are don w wenl. Thank you fur the presents. I would like to have for Christmas this year is a makn chrowch chok. And I wont is a now viteo gom. And the last sta I kan am irtnel is I wont a I wont a naw bike.
Yo Gabe! Are you by any chance related to Zak the Alien?
Emily is my name. I would love to have a yellow moon shape touch light from the dollar tree. I would like to say "Merry Christmas and tell the rain deer hi for me."
It just breaks my heart that Emily only asks for one thing from the Dollar Tree. The Dollar Tree, people, where everything's a fucking dollar. Emily, if I knew who you were, I'd go to the Dollar Tree and buy you every single yellow moon touch lamp they had.
I got a phone call tonight from my buddy, Stace. He's one of the best guys in the whole entire solar system. Seriously. He's just...well, he's Stace. Anyway, he has a son, Jess...and Jess is a complete angel. We're quickly learning that Jess is a very intelligent angel. He turns 9 tomorrow and he's already reading at a 10th grade level. He loves Lord of the Rings and was so disappointed that there weren't more books, he's decided to write his own sequels. But, what really makes me love Jess even more than I already did is that he turned in some homework and he'd written it in Hobbit. How fuckin' cool is that? The kid wrote his homework in Hobbit!!!!
One reason why Stace is my friend is because tonight he told me that if I ever wanted him to build me a bomb, all I needed to bring him was a tampon and a book of matches. How many of your friends tell you that? Not that I'm ever going to need a bomb, but it's still good to have friends like that, isn't it?
The Bablatrice - who is starting her own letter to Santa.