Bailey would write:
Dear Santa,
While I'm so happy living with my mommy and daddy, I have a few favors to ask.
Cookies. Can you please get me more cookies. I mean, I like my kibble and all, but cookies are sooooooooo yummo. (Oh and can you get M & D to just give them to me without all the dang tricks!)
Drums. Daddy scares the daylights out of me when he bangs on those red drummy things upstairs. I won't go near that room for fear all that loud noise will start up. So Santa, any chance you can take those with you when you're here Christmas eve?
Bank. Can you talk to mom about more trips to the bank? I'm thinking 3 or 4 times a day! That nice teller lady always has a big ole cookie for me. It's about the best tasting cookie in the whole wide world. And it comes down the chute and everything!
People Food. I want to know whats so great about the stuff mommy and daddy eat. Santa, can you see about getting me some. I have a feeling I might like it. I stay by mommy's side every night when she is cooking in hopes she'll drop some of it. Once I got a hold of this orange round thing. I think she calls it a karat or something? It was ok, but personally I thought it was overrated. But Santa, I'll be glad to try more if you can swing it.
Other than that, I'm pretty well off. I like my bed, I like my clothes, like my toys and I really love my DADDY!
Best regards,
Bailey |