Oh deck the halls with bowels of folly! Here is a finalist entry that brings a lump to my throat. I will post the remaining finalists to day, than off to L.A. for a few days will Monsieur Stang makes himself unpopular…
Dear Santa. . .
“I’m sorry we can’t go to the mall to sit on Santa’s lap this year,” mom said to Amelia.
“It’s a madhouse out there.” Dad dropped the blinds, still clutching Amelia’s letter.
“What if Santa doesn’t get it in time?” Amelia sniffed.
Mom gave me the look. . .
“Santa has email. He’ll have your letter even before those other kids’ letters ‘cause the elves will download it right away.”
Amelia smiled, hugged me.
I looked down at my letter. . .
All I want for Christmas is Zombie Survival Kits for my mom, dad, and sister.