Dear Santa,
We're ready.
We ate our Christmas Eve dinner at Uncle Michael's house.
We read the Christmas story.
We sang Jingle Bells about a hundred times...with alternate lyrics.
"Dashing through the snow, On a pair of broken skis,
Crashing through the trees, Broken both my knees.
The snow is turning red, I think I'm almost dead...
All I want for Christmas is a hospital bed!"
We opened and put on our Christmas Eve pajamas from Grandma Walker.
We have new Star Wars pillow cases on our pillows.
We left you gingerbread cookies and the reindeer carrots.
We've been very "good" this year.
Please leave us lots and lots of good stuff.
Love, the Dixon kiddos.
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