Thursday, December 18, 2008
Earlier today, on my Booking Through Thursday (a very cool weekly meme by the way – you should check it out) post, I mentioned that I just don’t get very many books as gifts and that maybe I needed to start writing you letters again.
So here I am. Writing you a letter. Long time no talk to. I’m sorry…I’m not a very good letter writer. Maybe if you started a blog?
Anyhoosie…I’ve been pretty good this year. Yes, I spent maybe too much money on books. And shoes. But it’s not like I’ve got a heroin addiction (like that guy in Apart from the Crowd). And yes, I know I can get a little sarcastic, but I didn’t beat anyone up (unlike Bob Oswald). And I use some bad words, but I’m nowhere near as bad as Chuck Klosterman.
So Santa, all I really want for Christmas is books. Or gift cards to buy books. And Santa, I’ll even help you out, ‘cause I imagine it gets a little hectic delivering all those presents. I’ll buy one person a book, as long as they write you a nice, chatty letter telling you what they want. And then they post the letter on their blog for us all to read. And then they come back here and leave me a link so I know for sure that I’ve read all of the letters. And they keep it under 30 bucks, because sorry Santa, but I just don’t have access to any clever elves or offshore bank accounts (not that I’m implying that you do, Santa). I’ll chose one lucky person on Christmas Eve and buy them a book (delivery not guaranteed before Christmas though, because I don’t have access to the reindeer, either).
Love to Rudolph and Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen and Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen. And Mrs. C. And the elves.