A Letter of Apology to Santa
Perhaps you don’t understand. Let me explain. I think it all goes back to the change in the season. You know when the winter solstice happens, I get a little nuts. When the sun disappears for three months, I lose my mind. I cannot remember much of what happens until the sun reappears come March. So like they say, it is easier to ask for forgiveness than for permission. I promise I will behave next year. I promise I will be a better person next year. Maybe, perhaps. If I remember.