Adult Letter to Santa December 19, 2011
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Dear Santa,
I’ve been a good girl this year, I promise. I haven’t, admittedly, been a very good blogger. I really haven’t been a blogger at all, if we’re being honest. I’ve done some Fantasy sports writing (and by some, I mean at least one 1,500-word column weekly). I’ve worked hard (most of the time) at my job. I’ve paid (almost) all of my bills on time and I haven’t shown up at my parents doorstep at 2 o’clock in the morning after calling them and nearly giving them a heart attack like some other family members that shall remain nameless.
I’ve done a lot of great things, and it’s been a good year. I got married, I turned 30, I didn’t get trapped in any airports, and I didn’t injure myself. I played a decent amount of soccer, I went on a wedding diet, and looked spectacular for my wedding. I’ve since gained that weight I lost back and the gym serves as an institution that sucks $40 from our bank account each month with no benefit to us.
I do miss blogging my adventures, although I must admit, my adventures as a married woman are a lot less exciting as a single girl. Our Friday nights? Consist of video games and going to bed at 10 o’clock. We closed a bar for the first time ever together last month. Anyway, I just want to let you know that there really is only one thing I want for Christmas this year. If Christmas is truly the time to ask for things for yourself, here’s my one Christmas wish: to have a child in 2012.
I know. Trust me, Santa, I know. I’m just as shocked as you to see that as the one thing on my Christmas list. But I’m ready. I’ve found a great guy who I know will be a great dad. He even believes I’ll make a great mom. We love our doggie, but somehow that doesn’t compare to a little human being. I understand the science of it, but I do believe there is a higher power at work as well. I believe things happen for a reason. And if Christmas is the time of miracles and making wishes come true, that’s mine.
I promise to write more. I promise to not turn into a baby blog. I promise not to focus on things that may not occur. I promise to look at the positive things I have in my life. I promise to accept each individual milestone and enjoy the moment. It’s been one heck of a ride, and I’m ready to keep going.
Thanks!
