Dear Santa

Dear Santa,
         Thats how the letter usually begins, right? As children we used this greeting when making out our wish list to Jolly Ole St. Nick. We would write down the toys that we wanted and hope to the Heavens above we didn't get crappy gifts, like socks and underwear... Really? I don't want Spiderman Underoos, I want Spiderman actions figures! And leave the jeans Santa! I need that GI Joe Aircraft Carrier (actually still waiting for this one 20 years later).... As kids the wishes were pretty simple... I don't really think any child that asks for a pony actually got one, unless it was a spoiled rich kid or a little girl asking for a My Little Pony doll.... No, Christmas was a simple time as a child..... Ask for and receive.... We wake up and run to the tree, skipping the morning bathroom rituals we do the other 364 days of the year. We eagerly plop ourselves in front of the tree waiting to be handed our gifts and the grins on our faces, as we rip through yards of gift wrap and Scotch Tape, couldn't be any bigger.... Those were the days...

Today, many of my friends and family are able to relive those moments through their own children. And although we all hate the hustle and bustle during this time, the faces of our children, sons & daughters, nieces and nephews, Godchildren and children of our friends, are absolutely priceless. It sends our mids back in time to when we had the same joyful, eager expressions on our faces. I know seeing my nephew and Goddaughter smile when they open gifts, lights up not only the room, but my soul as well....

Well, this year, I have a wish list of my own.... I know it may sound juvenile and immature, but there are some things I really need this year. And I am reaching out to Santa himself to see if those wishes can come true... So here we go.....

Dear Santa,
         How are you? I hope all is well with you and the Mrs. and that this letter finds you in good health (although eating all those cookies and drinking all that milk has surely made your digestive and circulatory system a complete mess). I am writing to you because this year Santa I have been a good boy! OK, maybe not good, but as decent as possible, given the fact that I have been legally able to drink for 9 years now.... But I digress. Santa, I need a couple things for Christmas... I know you haven't heard from me in a while, but you know how things get as we get older... Well, here it goes....
1) I need to get into Grad School.... yea, its time to take my educational talents to a higher level Santa... Or to South Beach.. whichever you see fit
2) I need a Higher Salary..... times are rough Santa, and I have more bill collectors chasing me than bullies on a nerd....
3) I want jobs for all my friends that don't have one or have crappy ones.... You see Santa, I am being unselfish here
4) I want those same friends to pay me back the money they owe me.... OK, not so unselfish I guess
5) I want peace on Earth, but i'll settle for peace in my life.....
6) iPhone 4.... time to upgrade me here Santa...
7) NO CRAPPY SOCKS OR UNDEROOS! I can buy my own socks! And the Underoos don't fit me anymore (although, if you have adult size Batman ones, we'll talk!
Ok Santa, I think we are done  with business here.... If you feel you need to contact me for clarification, you have my number (don't call from blocked numbers, I don't answer those) and you have my email.... Santa, have a great night at work....
Peace & Love,
Ozymandias

Talk to you soon.....