My last and final plea to Santa:
Look old man, I don't have a lot of patience this year. I did everything I said I would, I smiled when I would have preferred to frown, I gave a little extra of my time... I did what I ( in all honesty ) considered "good."
All I want in return is for you to hold up your end of the bargain. Got it?
My demands are very specific. I want you to pay close attention to the words I am writing.
I want a Kindle.
Yes, a Kindle. Not an IPad or the B&N Nook - a K-I-N-D-L-E.
I don't care if you have to send out an amber alert to the elves at the shipping center - I EXPECT a Kindle in my stocking.
See, Santa - I am getting the short end of the stick. I am the one that always spends an incredible amount of $$ on everyone else. I buy the cashmere sweaters, and the dangly ear rings from the over priced boutiques, the hard to find (hard cover books,) the nice toys... oh yeah.. name brand Barbie.
Now the egyptian (who does not officially celebrate Christmas) wants a wool coat. You and I BOTH know that bad boy is going to cost well over $200 and it is going TO a bad boy.
What will I get? NADA. Why? He has not received his first pay check yet.
The Kindle is LESS than that coat. So - essentially I could buy myself the Kindle.
That's where YOU come in. If each family member chipped in 25 or 35 $$ I could OWN the Kindle.
That's all of my demands for now. I expect you to abide by them. If not - no cookies and egg nog for you. I've had a rough week and I am not playing games.
I am serious. Don't mess with me fat boy...