Dear Santa,

This is my second Christmas but I don’t remember much about the first one. I’ve been driving mom and dad crazy lately so if they happen to contact you please don’t pay any attention to them.

Mom and dad expect me to be as good as my sister was but they just don’t understand that I’m a BOY and things are going to get a lot worse for them very soon!

Please bring me a truck that makes noise, a new blankie, big wheel, a gun for daddy.

I love you, Santa.

P.S. Tell Pa Pa I can’t wait as long as Madison has for my new pony (Santa, she’s STILL waiting!).