Dear Santa,

This is turning out to be the worst December holiday month ever. First the car crash, then witnessing the bloody old lady, now my mom in the hospital. She was taken in last night for a weak heart. Now she’s on a pacemaker. My mom has never been this ill that she had to be in I.C.U. She is supposed to go home later on today so fortunately it doesn’t sound too serious.

She and my dad were supposed to come visit us next week for a Christmas vacation. My dad has yet to meet the baby! We were really excited for them to stay with us.

I’ve also been exhausted. At this moment I can barely keep my eyes open. Santa, please have Rudolph bring me some chocolate chip cookies so I can have a sugar fix.

At the beginning of the month I was preparing to get in the holiday spirit. Now that’s dashed. The baby doesn’t even know what Christmas is anyway so I’m not that concerned this year. He just discovered he has ears anyway.

Anyway, I’m emailing this letter to the North Pole, because I assume you and the elves have computers set up there?

Waiting for my cookies,

MM