My Letter To Santa
Okay, Santa I know that you are unfortunetly not real. I can still remember the days when I danced around on Chirstmas Eve getting ready for your big arrival, the days that I believed in everything. When I was good [or tried to be] all year so I could up my brother by just one present. Long were the times when my days revolved around you, counting my fights with my brother... there went the new Barbie....there goes that new My Little Pony....see ya later Tela Tubbie. But I guess maybe that somewhere there is an old, Christmas loving man, that gives away toys to the neighbors. That. will just have to qualify as the real SantaAnd a part of me still revolves around you Santa. Considering the fact that Chirstmas means so much to me. So I guess it sounds silly, but you are magic and I belive in magic, so I guess I believe in you. Despite this sad/happy/heartfelt blog, you, Santa are the man. Truly. Did you see my presents this year? They rocked! And despite the fact that it is only 2 days after Christmas....I am already thinking about next year. I want tons of pretty things.
- Charcoal Pencils for my love of doodling
- to stop world hunger
- a Madgabs tee shirt
- Philosophy trick or treat lip gloss set
- Urban Decay Beauty in a Box
- Maybelline New York Line Stilleto