Dear Santa,
I've given the issue serious consideration over the past several weeks, and I've finally decided on a 2008 Christmas wish.
I would like an illegally imported giant panda cub like this one:
If I had this little cuddle-face living with me, I would be the happiest little boy on planet Earth. Just to warm the cockles of your oversized, at-risk heart a bit more, here's another photo of what exactly I'm looking for.
I'd like one in this size and this approximate color pattern, but if you have to get it a size smaller, I'll make due. I mean, I've been wearing all my clothing a size too small for YEARS, but you don't see me asking for new clothes under my Winter Solstice tree, do you? No. Because I'm frugal. I don't live an extravagant lifestyle, and I would never ask for something that I didn't absolutely need.
Santa baby, I absolutely need this baby panda. Don't let me down. Or I'll find you, I swear to--...
In Christ,
M
p.s. Santa, if you are absolutely unable, after reasonably diligent efforts, to obtain for me the gift that I truly want, then I will try to be understanding. If that happens to be the case, I ask only that, in the alternative, you would strike Atticus Finch with a serious yet not life-threatening thyroid disorder so that he gains so much weight that he resembles a giant panda cub, sans the white fur.
So, this is my life.
And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.
Friday, December 12, 2008
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In Christ! ha. too funny.
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