I’ve been a very good girl this year. I’ve worked hard at my job and even harder with my writing. I’ve been a loving and attentive daughter, an affectionate doggie mom, and a caring friend. It’s not been easy but I have the strength of my convictions and the supportive network of friends and family to help me get through. So it is humbly that I write to you with my Christmas wishes.
Santa, I will fall asleep on Christmas eve and wish with all the might that you bring this one gift for me this year. I know you haven’t been able to find it in the past two years but I’m hopeful you will come through for me this time. Please oh please Santa bring me a sexy man in a kilt. One that is taller than six feet, has big muscles and a chest to impress, and if he talks with a deep Scottish accent that’s even better. Let him have a passion for reading, the gift of intelligent conversation, a sense of humor, a respect for family; and lastly, the most important he should be honest and sincere. If the fates allow, let him have only eyes for me and a whole bunch of love in his heart.
I know this Christmas wish is purely selfish, but after the last few years Santa I deserve something good for just me. :)
If you can’t find him Santa, I understand and will patiently wait for him to find me on his own. Here are the other things I’d wish for this Christmas.
A healthy and happy baby or two for my best friend.
A publishing contract or an agent for all my writing friends. Or at least the gift a inspiration for their next manuscript.
Good health for my grandparents.
Prosperity and some R&R for my parents. (Perhaps the winning lotto ticket?)
So Santa, if you could bring love, family, success, health, and wealth to me and to all that I love I would be eternally grateful.
Always a believer,