Santa

marti101

Santa,
I've been a good mum all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my

children on demand, visited the doctor's surgery more than my doctor,

sold sixty-two cases of choc 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

red crayon, 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 colour, 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 sweets aisle

in Sainsburys.

I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month

of my last pregnancy.

If you're splashing out on big pressies this year I'd like fingerprint resistant

windows, 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 where I can hide to talk

on the phone.

On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, "Yes,

Mummy" 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 plastic bowl.

If you don't mind, I could also use a few miracles to

brighten the Christmas season. Would it be too much trouble to declare

tomato 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 mince pies on the table but don't eat too many or leave

crumbs on the carpet.

Yours Always, MUM...!

P.S. One more thing...you can cancel all my requests if you can keep my

children happy, healthy and always believing.

*Santa has asked that this gets passed on to all the mummies you

lostinnappies

nice, i second that lol