The DS Life
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Watching too much television ruined the surprise and magic of St. Nick for me. Though I'm not sure which exact program it was that unbagged the Christmas
cat, it's kind of hard for a pragmatic kid to not
figure out the great conspiracy on his or her own, given enough time to think about the inconsistencies. That didn't stop me from writing my wishlist to Santa every year, though, as I was still too young to break the fashionable habit.
But since I knew the letters would always find their way to my mother's hands no matter what North Pole address I scribbled on the envelope, I only asked for trivial things, G.I. Joe
figures and NES games, instead of the impossibilities I prayed for every night, the pitiful petitions that served no good to ask out loud -- a girlfriend to hold hands with at school, a father who'd come back home to us after years of estrangement, or a home that wasn't a cramped apartment in dirty, dilapidated downtown Detroit.
So, that was my
"Dear Santa" experience. If you need something to lift you up out of the depressive state I've put you in, read on for a much more cheerful (and adorable) letter.