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Since we are knee deep in the Hanukkah, Kwanza, Yul, and Christmas Zone this week, I thought

I'd share a fun letter written to Santa from Mom and the lesson it has to teach us.

Mom writes, dear Santa, I've been a good mom all year.

I fed, I cleaned, I cuddled my two children on demand, I visited the doctor's office

more than my doctor, I sold 62 cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree

on the school playground, and figured out how to attach 9 patches onto my daughter's

Girl Scout sash with staples and a glue gun.

I was hoping you could spread my list over several Christmas's since I had to write

this letter with my son's red crayon on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between

cycles and who knows when I'll find any more free time in the next 18 years.

Here are my Christmas wishes, I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache after a day of

chasing kids in any color except purple which I already have.

And arms that don't flap in the breeze but are strong enough to carry a screaming toddler

out of a candy aisle in a grocery store.

I'd also like a waist since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy.

If you're hauling big ticket items this year, I'd like a car with fingerprint, resistant,

windows, and a radio that only plays adult music.

A television that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals, and a refrigerator

with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone.

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