Friday, December 21, 2012

First Draft

Dear Santa,**

I wood really like a ball maze for christmas.  I will be good and never hit again. I will *hit if i don't get one and will be very very very bad for the rest of my life.  I really want one.  I have been really good.  Merry Christmas

Love,
Gordon

Hopefully Santa got the final draft of this note. 

*Gordon has assured me that he was just making a joke and wasn't at all planning on being mean.
**This was posted with Gordon's permission.

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Santa II

This morning at the ward Christmas party, Santa asked Gordon if he was a good little girl.  Maybe it is time for a haircut? Gordon just looked at him and said, "I'm not a girl!"

Monday, December 10, 2012

Santa

This is how I feel lately.  Since moving to Kamas, I have completed almost all of our Christmas shopping online. 

Santa is your UPS man.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Poem

This is a nameless poem written by Mia when she was eight:

 
The big yellow sun feels so warm.
Sometimes I forget it might give me hives.
I still love the warmth.
It's so bright and pretty.
I love the sun.
 
The green grass smells sweet and fresh.
It's so green.
It seems impossible for it to turn yellow and die.
I hear it russel in the wind.
I love the green richness.
 
The blue sky is very pretty.
With white clouds too.
The clouds dot the sky.
The blueness is beautiful.
I love the sky