All Things Woompty

To The Husky Guy in The Red Suit

(Hooray for Holidailies writing prompts!)

Dear Santa-

I don't think I've ever written to you before, at least not officially. I have no memories of carefully addressing an envelope to you and then sending it to the North Pole. I only ever talked to you in my head; I guess I figured you and God were brothers or something, so talking to you the same way I talked to him was as good a way to ask for presents as any.

Anyway, there's a few things I want to ask for this year, but they're pretty big and can't exactly be wrapped, so I won't be offended if I don't get any of it.

First, could you help make my father-in-law see that his behavior is affecting his relationship with his son? I don't care if he doesn't like me, but I do care that he can't be bothered to make an effort to stay in touch. He lives here in town and we still only hear from him once every couple of months or so. And his inability to see how hurtful his actions and words can be are only making Kevin want to keep his distance even more. I don't want or need to have any kind of a close relationship with the man, but I hate to see him throwing away the chance to be close to his son, because his son is a pretty damn good man.

Oh, and it would be really awesome if you could maybe do one of your Christmas miracles and drop a new job down the chimney for my friend Matt. He has done so much work this year, making himself a better husband and a better man, and I think he deserves a reward for that beyond his friends being proud of him. Plus, that would also be a gift for his wife Beth, and she's one of my closest friends so I'd love to see that happen for them so that they can get on with the rest of their life plans.

(By the way, thanks for the early present of the new reorg at work...all of my problem children are going to another division! The lowered stress levels are like...the best present EVER.)

And of course, the usual for the moms...better health, less procrastinating when they're injured, etc. I worry about them more than I probably should but it's only because they wait so damn long to give in and see the doctor. Maybe they need new doctors?

The cats don't need anything; they're fat and happy and have pretty much everything any cat needs, except for an unending supply of catnip. So I guess if you have some extra, you can leave that for them.

Speaking of catnip, there's a few people living north of us who could use some "human catnip" if you know what I mean (and I think you do...something tells me that your jollyness isn't entirely a personality quirk; and those elves have "puff puff pass" written all over them). Of course, I can't name names since I'm not here to get anyone in trouble, but you'll be able to find them, I'm sure. And only the good stuff, none of that harsh shit.

For my husband, I'm hoping you can give him just one perfect night of bowling. Just one 300 hundred game along with a couple of 260's on the same night would be the most perfect gift ever, but I'm not able to give it to him on my own. Oh, and make sure he gets them on a night when I'm there to see it happen.

As for me, there's a few things I really, really want right now. A new car. A mini longhair Dachshund puppy. A new wardrobe. But mostly I want more time. Time to visit with friends that I don't get to see enough. Time to spend snuggled on the couch reading a good book or watching a movie with Kevin. Time to go to the zoo and marvel at the polar bears and elephants and pandas again and again. Time to learn how to knit and start writing again and go walking with friends. Time to try new recipes and go on dates with my husband and finish everything on my desk by close of business each Friday. Time. That's most special gift I want this year.

(But if you can't swing that, I'll totally settle for the new car. Or an iPod. Whatever.)

Mostly nice but often naughty,
Melinda

posted by Melinda @ 6:48 PM