November 15, 1992
Dear Santa,
All I really want for Christmas is a dog. My sister, Vicky who is also writing to you wants one too. (She already got Pebbles.) Could I please have a dog? I'm trying to earn one but it isn't working out. My sister, Vicky said she would help. And the dog would be mine. She said her pay would be a little dog to kick when it tugs her leg.
Oh, by the way, How are you?
I Love You!
Love,
PATTY
P.S. WRITE BACK, PLEASE.
P.S.S. In the other envelope there are pictures. On the back it says what it is.
P.P.S.S. If time send back pictures.
Few things I love about this correspondence to Mr. C. 1.) My use of commas. Not always completely correct but I did try for correct comma placement. 2.) My afterthought to ask Santa how he was doing? 3.) How this letter is more about my sister, Vicky, than getting a dog for Christmas. 4.) I asked Santa if I could have one. Not if he would being me one. Like my parents were Mom, Dad, and Santa. 5.) Vicky's payment would be a little dog to kick? What?! It's a good thing Santa didn't bring a dog into our abusive environment. Sheesh! Not a big selling point there. 6.) I told Santa I loved him. Always say that too soon. 7.) My post scripts. I got the "PS." Then made is "PSS." Not knowing then (or for the next 17 years what PS stood for. And, finally, making it "PPSS." I guess just in case it was "PSS." (Which I think is what a snake says.) Or in case it was supposed to be "PPS" and I messed up the first time.
I only wish I knew what pictures I sent him.
2 comments:
I would totally "help" you and wouldn't even kick the little guy. Dying to know what my endorsement said.
Too funny. :)
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