
My mom found this letter that I wrote to Santa when I was eight years old so she typed it up as is. It's pretty funny! I think I'm pretty persuasive, don't you? Not much has changed--except that my desire for a wiener dog is definitely gone. Merry Christmas!
Dear Santa,
Hi Santa! Im sorry if your buzy. But I need to talk to you. You know my dad John Cone talked to me about getting the thing I've always wanted, always will, and its the thing I've wanted most in the world. More than $100! Serious. A wiener dog, or a cat. I'd really love one you know. So can you really try to get me one? Anyhow, my dad said you said youd be happy to get me one, but Mom and Craig don't want one, and my mom said you'd be happy to get me one at dad's house. I think the one Mom said sounds better. And by the way, if you can't get me a wiener dog, or a cat (hope you can get one,)I'd be happy to have a chameleon, lizard, or a cool animal like that won't bite me! Merry Chrismas!
Love, Kim Cone
P.S I will help you this year with what you've asked me to do. Heres some ideas: Go door to door and ask if they can donate somethings to the homeless and hungry. Or I can make some jars, and put a sign on them wich sais: Please help the hungry and homeless. I'll put it in my school, and other places.
P.P.S. Write back if possible!
P.S.S. Do you like the ideas?
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