Dear Santa,

This year what I really want is to NOT sit on your lap. You're big, have a scary looking beard, and most importantly are a STRANGER. I've been a very good boy this year . . . well ok, not counting the time I ate Henry's dog food or the time when I put my jacket in the toilet, but mostly I've been really, really good so all I'm asking for is to not to have to sit here like mommy's little monkey just so she can have another picture of me. People keeping telling me that one day I'm going to love you but honestly, I'm just not there yet. I thought I made this point perfectly clear last year.

Ok, let's make a deal . . . I'll try not to feed all of my dinner to the dog anymore or string toilet paper all over the house if you let my mom & dad be in the picture with me. Let mom see how it feels to be the monkey for once!

Thanks Santa! Hey, maybe I really will like you one day! Do you ever share your cookies, cause I'm really into cookies.

Love,

(the nicest of boys) Jackson

Happy Holidays everyone, have a great Christmas full of merry! xoxo, K