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Name: Lola-May
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Dear Santa,

I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled
my children on demand, visited the doctor's office more than
my own doctor, sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money
to plant a shade tree on the school playground.

I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases,
since I had to write this letter with my son's crayons, on the back of a
receipt in the laundry room.... between cycles, and who knows when I'll find
anymore free time in the next 18 years.

Here are my Christmas wishes:

I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (in any color, except purple,
(which I already have) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the
breeze; but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle
in the 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 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.

On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says,
"Yes, Mommy" to boost my parental confidence,
along with two kids who don't fight and three pairs of jeans that
will zip all the way up without the use of power tools.

I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting "Don't eat in
the living room" and "Take your hands off your brother,"
because my voice seems to be just out of my children's hearing
range and can only be heard by the dog.

If it's too late to find any of these products,
I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the
same morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature
without it being served in a Styrofoam container.

If you don't mind, I could also use a few Christmas miracles to
brighten the holiday season.

Would it be too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable? It
will clear my conscience immensely.

It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around
the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an
organized crime family.

Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and my son saw my
feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back.

Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and
come in and dry off so you don't catch cold.

Help yourself to cookies on the table but don't eat too many or leave
crumbs on the carpet.

Yours Always, MOM...!
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Name: Joeys_Mam | Date: Dec 19th, 2008 6:16 PM
lol. Priceless!

I can empathise, Joey is whinging at my feet, the washing machine is going, and it's 8pm and I haven't eaten anything other than a slice of bread with jam since breakfast, and I still have to bath Joey and put him to bed, then get on with a mountain of ironing. Ahh Friday nights, don't you just love them! 

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