I think I have been a good girl this year. I know I’ve tried.
For Christmas, if you bring me anything, I would like you to bring me a job. Six months and counting of active searching is wearing down my spirit, and the seasonal gig I’ve lined up for the spring won’t help for all that long.
Thank you, Santa. There’s milk and cookies in the fridge, so you can help yourself. I didn’t want it to go bad before you get here.