It’s almost unreal that we are only a week from Christmas. I’m proud to kick off our two special holiday weeks with my favorite letter to Santa. Like everyone else, I always wrote letters to Santa when I was a child, but when I went back and pulled out an old box of “stuff” I found this letter to Santa. I hope you enjoy.
I’m sure you don’t get many requests for a present like what I’m asking.
Santa, could you please bring me our little baby boy, Charles Robert Paul Miranda. The doctor told me today that he’s ready but just not willing to face the world yet. So if you could hurry getting him into the world, I’d appreciate it. I’m even enclosing a picture, so you can see we’re ready for his arrival.
- Now, Santa, you might ask how I know we’re having a boy, but we’ve done all of the practical things to tell us which sex we’re having.
- Since girls are naturally sweet, if I’m carrying a girl, I’d crave sweets. But I don’t. I prefer sour and salty foods.
- Of course, I’ve been told by a zillion people that I’m carrying a little boy because I’m carrying him low.
- Now this one I’m not so sure about but a lot of women have told me that if I lead off with my right foot, it’s a boy. Frankly, I thought I had been doing that all along, but apparently not, so that’s another indicator we’re having a little boy.
- But the one that is 100% sure is, “One Ring to Bind Them.” A friend suspended a gold ring on a string over my tummy. It swung side-by-side, so I know I’m carrying a little boy. Otherwise we’d be having a little girl if the ring took on a circular sway.
Santa, now I have to go because my back is hurting and I’m tired, so I’ll finish this letter tomorrow!
Three weeks later!
- Well, Santa, I didn’t forget you but couldn’t get back because I’ve been in the hospital twice trying to have our little Christmas present. The tiny one was pretty stubborn.
- We ended up in quite a dilemma, since we’d already promised Bob’s dad and my dad that their grandson would be named after them. Well, what do you know … little Charles Robert Paul Miranda ended up being Kathleen Louella! Yes, a little girl. This picture is one of my favorite. I’ve tagged it “Bob the Baker”. I have no idea why her daddy had to dress up like a baker just to see her, but rules are rules!
- Well, Santa, I guess I shouldn’t blame you, but since you’re such a precious man, I know you can take it. We were so sure we were having a little boy, as well as knowing he’d arrive by Christmas, so could I ask you for a name since we had none picked out for a girl? The last examination I had in the doctor’s office, the nurse asked what names we had in mind and I told her. Then she said, “You know it’s not 100% positive which sex you’re gonna have until you deliver … don’t you?” I told her we were 100% sure it was a boy, but if it turned out to be a little girl, we’d name her after the nurse, who we knew well.
- So now Santa we have our baby girl and although you didn’t get her here before Christmas Day, we’re very happy with your choice … our little Kathleen Louella Miranda.
- Well, dear Santa, I’m putting this letter in safe keeping and when our second little girl comes around, I’ll send it all to you.
- Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.
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