First Letter to Santa

The other day we were playing at Zaida's house, she and her sister Divia are good friends of my girls.  They were swimming and playing in the water outside, and when I went to get them Hallie became distraught that she had never been able to play with the doll house inside.  She managed to leave their house without too much fuss, but then began crying in the car on the way home.  She continued to cry at home for another hour or so.

Now, what you need to know about Hallie is that she rarely cries or gets worked up in such a major way about things.  I mean, minor whining here and there sure, but a full on "tantrum" is unusual for her.  So when she does let herself go, she really loses it and has a hard time regaining control of herself.

The saddest part is that I knew she loved Zaida's dollhouse, and so when one went up for sale at a great price, I went out and bought it.  Which is exactly the reason she was at the friend's house in the first place, so she wouldn't see me buy it, because it is for Christmas.

I mean, come on irony, right?

So there I am trying to comfort her distress over not getting to play with this toy that she loved, while the exact same toy is downstairs in the basement hiding out until Christmas.  Am I cruel, or what?

I finally got her to calm down by telling her that maybe we could write a letter to Santa and tell him all about this dollhouse so that he will know exactly what she wants and can maybe get it for her for Christmas.

Which, wasn't really hard to promise at all, since again, it is sitting just feet away from me right now.  Doing your Christmas shopping early, so worth it.

Here is her finished letter to Santa.

She was in a really silly mood when she wrote this, her handwriting is usually much better than this, but I still think it's sweet.  In case you can't read it, it says, "Dear Santa, I am Hallie.  I wish I had fun toys.  Please.  Thank You."