For Christmas there are a few things I’d like to ask for this year. I’d like a set of
Jack Georges luggage since I recently discovered I had none to travel with on trips. I’d like some new clothes since I’ve discovered a style I like better than the one I’ve been wearing. I’d also like to ask for some patience. So much has happened to me over the last few years and I could really use some patience, peace, and quiet. I’m not looking for the man of my dreams anymore. Fairy tales don’t exist. All I really want is to learn to be happy on my own. Happiness has been an elusive part of my life for far to long. It’s time for me to pull back, settle down, and refocus how my life is going. Thanks, Santa. I owe you one. Oh, and a copy of the newest Star Trek movie.
Recently:
Dear Santa,
This year, I just want to help my Mom. She deserves it.
Thanks.
PS: And a plane ticket to Washinton, it’s just paper, shouldn’t be hard.