2015

Dear Santa,

Daddy says I can write to you and you’ll give me toys but I have to tell you what I did this year or you’ll get mad and won’t give me my favorite.

Mommy says Daddy is full of something. She won’t tell me what because it’s a grown up word. Daddy says it’s tacos and beer. Beer is yucky.

My sisters are bigger now. They were one, and now they’re almost one more. Two! Mommy says they’re a-door-a-bull. Daddy says they’re a pain-in-the—

Mommy yelled at Daddy.

I’m bigger now too. I’m this tall! And I’m a ballerina. And a princess. Like Anna and Elsa but I don’t have a snowman. I like Olaf. He’s silly.

I’m in preschool. Mommy says I get to start kin-der-garden next year. I like flowers. Alexa and Willa like flowers too but they keep touching mine and then grabbing them from me and I have to take them back and they cry and Mommy tells me to give them back but they’re mine and Daddy keeps bouncing his head on the wall and crying.

We got to see Grandma and Grandpa and Grandma and Grandpa and Grandma and Grandpa, but Grandpa couldn’t come because he was on a boat! They brought me and sisters toys, but you should still bring me some more, Santa, because I’ve been good.

We went to Portland so Mommy and Daddy could give my old clothes to someone else now that sisters don’t need them and so Daddy could get his closet back but he didn’t and Mommy told him to get over it.

Then we went to the ocean! And I flew a kite! And sisters watched me fly a kite! And we had ice cream!

Daddy hurt his shoulder and had to go to hossy-pi-tall and he couldn’t lift things so Grandma and Grandma came to our house and lifted things. But now he can lift things too.

Mommy lost her gall-blah-der. I looked for it, but Daddy says he sold it.

I had my add-noise taken out. And now I have tubes in my ears! Daddy says I’m bionic. Mommy says he’s still full of a grown-up word.

Alexa and Willa can both walk now. And they do. But I still carry them until Mommy and Daddy yell at me to put them down before we fall down the stairs again.

I can sing. Want to hear my favorite? Let it go! Let it go! Let it go! Can’t hold me back mmm mmmm mmmm anymore! Let it go! Let it go! Let it goooooo!

We took a ferry to an island and got to see a lighthouse!

Mommy went to see her friends in Mass-ah-chew-sitts. She went on and airplane! She came back smiling and we went to McDonalds without sisters and I got a toy! But I still need you to give me more, Santa, because I’ve been good except when I push sisters but I say sorry and pet their heads and then go to my room.

Daddy is going to Shi-cah-go in a week. Mommy says he’s insane. She says I spelled insane right. Daddy says it’s a vacation like the one Mommy took to Mass-ah-chew-sitts, but Mommy says it’s so he can go drink some Daddy juice and not have sisters jumping on his head when he tries to nap. I’m a big girl, so I jump on his lap.

My school has a holiday program and I get to do ballet! And sing! You want to hear a song? Daddy says no more songs. He has a my-gwain.

Daddy says I’ve written enough and now I can tell you all the toys I want you to send me.

Mommy says that’s not how Santa op-er-ates.

Daddy is bouncing his head off the wall.

Mommy’s eyes are moving in circles.

So I want a pony and a snowman and an airplane and a puppy and another sister and—

Daddy read that and started crying again. He says no more sisters. Now he’s on the floor rocking back and forth. He’s silly!

Thank you Santa!

Love,

Zoe