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You’ve GOT to be joshing me!
Nov
Literati!
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. . .
Dear Santa:
All I want for Christmas is Zombie Survival Kits for my mom, dad, and sister.
Josh.
Current theme and surprise ending. We must protect ourselves from the walking dead. I’d say Terrie, but there’s another one she could have written. To much FAMILY FEUD for me.
You sound like my brother with the Family Feud reference. hehe
So, which other story do you think I might have written?
Last time I did this I got it all wrong…except mine.
You. Here the people sing.
Stefanie. Winter Jasmine
Mac Victor hugo thingy
Kyle enter-section…Pretty sure about this one.
If I get 3 XXX the other family can steal!
Zombieism might explain Santa’s living-dead longevity but what about naughty and nice?
Perhaps Mrs. Santa has the authority on that.
Love this story and how it makes me shake my head because of the e-mail letter to Santa. What ever happened to spending an hour writing and re-writing a letter to the Big Guy, being sure you didn’t ask for too much and then not too little…….be sure to leave cookies and milk out for him instead of a Starbucks Gift Card…………… Sorry for the Rant but I miss being eight years old at Christmas!