Dear Santa: From Chris

Hey Santa!  Remember me?  I have not written you in over 50 years.  But they say you know everyone’s name, so maybe you will remember me.

My letters always started with me telling you I had been a good boy that year.  Honestly, I may have pushed the truth with that statement.

The first item on my list every year had something to do with a toy racetrack, a racecar, or something else racing-related.  And you delivered every year.  Thank you.  BTW – how did you get those racetracks into my living room and put together without me ever seeing or hearing you?

I don’t know the “Santa rules” at my age.  Is it fair to ask for gifts for others?  And can you deliver to other locations?

First, I don’t need anything for myself this year.  I am so blessed with family, friends, food, and everything else I need.  But there are many other people who need you to deliver.

Here is my wish list 

Chrissy –  She needs a baseball bat to hit me with every time I do something crazy or get out of line.  In case you are not still watching me, that is pretty much all the time.  She also needs a lot of patience to deal with Rico and me.

Rico – He is in the same situation as I am.  He doesn’t need anything.  But he does like to play with stuffed monkeys, so if you have an extra one of those, please leave it for him.  Oh yeah, and some doggie treats.

Amanda – My first wish would be for her to get out and be home by Christmas.  But I know that will not happen.  So, instead, will you please bring her the wisdom of Solomon and the patience of Job?  She needs triple doses of those.

Brenda (Yes Santa, my ex-wife) – She needs peace.  I can not fathom what a mother deals with when her daughter is in prison.  There are times she looks like she will crack.  But her strength has carried her.  Give her peace and lots more strength.

Ryan – Give Ryan energy.  He is running the company now and it takes a lot of stamina.

The Ladies in Lowell Correctional Annex – Santa, they need to be loved.  Some of them have never had a visitor.  Some of them have no family.  Some of them have no hope of ever leaving prison.  I know they have made mistakes, some of them big mistakes, but they still deserve to be loved by someone.  I know that wish may not fit in your toy bag, but maybe you can help somehow.

And to tell the truth about some rumors.  I tell Maverick and Alaina that I plan to kidnap you and take all the toys, but I don’t really mean that.

Well, I have given you quite a list.  I hope you can deliver on some or all of those wishes.

I will leave you cookies and milk this year, and carrots for the reindeer.

Merry Christmas!

PS – If you have an extra race car set in your bag, I would still take it.