Un-Grinching Christmas: Dear Santa...

Nick has been circling every toy in every sales flyer that comes to our house for the past month. Last night I figured it was finally time to write ol' Chris Kringle a letter.

I sat at the coffee table, pen in hand. "OK, what do you want it to say?"

Nick thought a moment. Rubbing his chin with his skinny four-year-old fingers, he sighed. "Dear Santa?"

"Well, I got that part, hon. What else?"

"Um...bring me toys?" He impatiently hopped from one foot to the other, doing that familiar little boy dance. "Please?"

I chuckled. "Uh, OK hon. Every kid wants toys. Why should Santa bring you toys? Were you a good boy?"

"Yep! I brush my teeth every day."

"Um...okaaaay," I said, writing that down. "What else?"

"I'm a good big brother." I chuckled, thinking of how, just moments before, dear ol' brother was on the receiving end of a WWE worthy smack down.

"Anything else?"

"Um, put in there Will is a good brother, too." Now that I think of it, he's so sweet to think of his brother.

"OK." I finished writing and had him sign it.

We stopped to put on PJs (I told him its easier to be creative when you're comfortable) and then we resumed with him cutting out some of the previously circled items to paste onto the letter.

Note the mismatched jammie bottoms (he dressed himself
so I won't complain) and the presence of tongue again.

Amidst weather reports warning us of the coming snow, we finished the letter, and its ready to send to the Big Man:

Once the snow stops, we'll be taking Nick's letter to Macy's to drop in their big red mailbox. For every letter they receive, Macy's will be donating $1 to the Make A Wish Foundation. Double win.

Have you written your letter yet?

P.S. You can make yourself into a Santa, read the original "Virginia letter" and look up the closest mailbox on that Macy's site.