Santa baby,

I flipped the page of my calendar at work today and…eek! It’s December! The year is almost over, and Christmas is just around the corner. Literally. And I’ve yet to write my letter to Santa. Is this what happens when we get older? (notice I did not say old?) We lose the essence of sitting down after Thanksgiving and writing a heartfelt letter to the jolly old elf? Did I mention I have Peter Pan Syndrome?
Excuse me? You’ve never heard of Peter Pan Syndrome? Now wait just a minute, I’m positive my male readers must have heard of it. In fact, many of you are most certainly afflicted with it as well. Maybe you’ve just never had your symptoms diagnosed? In it’s simplest form, it is simply the inability to grow up. Of course, there are some definitions that would give it negative connotations, but not me. I prefer to view it as staying young in heart and spirit.
Damn, running off on a tangent again, sorry about that. Anyway, due to the fact that I have PPS, I feel the need to write to Santa, just in case. So here it is. The 2005 version of my letter to Santa:

Santa baby,
   Well, hello again you cheerful bowl of jelly. It’s me, the princess, you remember me right? Of course you do. I’m sure I’m the only one that leaves you ‘real’ eggnog and Godiva chocolates on Christmas Eve. Was that you that made that terrible clatter taking off from my roof last year? I think you wiped out a couple of DirecTV dishes. Maybe I should go easy on the rum this year?
I really have been a pretty good girl this year. Probably because I’ve been too busy to be bad. Still, that has to count for something right? So here it is St. Nick, you jolly elf…
A job I love. Please? Not just something I’m good at, but something that makes me feel like I’m helping people. And if it could possibly allow my creativity to be used, that would be perfect.
Gemstone beads, findings and other assorted jewelry making items. I’m trying so hard to resist going out to buy them…but I weaken every day. If I knew my favorite North Pole resident was bringing them for Christmas I might last a few more weeks.
Sex in the City. Ok, I’ll settle for the DVD’s.
The sony Bean mp3 player in Pink. You know how I love my music Santa dahhhling.
Gift card to Old Navy or some other such place where I can buy a ‘real’ winter jacket. A sweatshirt layered under my leather jacket just isn’t going to keep me warm through a Maine winter. You come from a cold place, you know what I mean.
Coffee. You know me…’nuf said.
and once again, for the 5th year in a row…..
A blue eyed handsome man in a bow…he doesn’t even have to be under the tree! Heck you bring puppies, canoes, XBox360′s ….I have faith that you can come through for me this year. Please?? Especially since this year I’ve been good. Well, in comparison to the last 5 anyway….
Be sure you bring along a Designated Elf to drive that sleigh this year, and I’ll be generous with the rum.
Kisses,
Princess Girly Girl