I’ve been told you can understand any language, so I’m confident you’ll be able to read this letter.
First of all, let me say that I’ve been really good this year — at least by your standards.
I’ve eaten all my food, even the vegetables. Everybody says I eat too fast and tend to leave a bit of a mess around my plate, but that’s because I’m in a hurry to get on to the next thing. Doctors call it HDHP, ADHD, HTTP . . . something like that. The “Poynt” is, it’s not supposed to be my fault. Mom says I get it from my dad. She told us he runs around a lot.
Back to business. I always do what I’m told to do . . . well, most of the time . . . whenever somebody’s watching . . . okay, okay, let’s agree to . . . usually. But that’s no better or worse than anybody else, so that really shouldn’t be considered a negative.
I play well with my little brother Max, unless he steals one of my toys. Even then, I really don’t try to kill him, just kind of remind him that I still have seniority over him. I mean, that’s only fair, right? After all, I was first-born. That does give me a slight advantage.
Oh, and before I forget, I really didn’t mean to break the big lamp beside the couch. Max and I were just playing a little too hard and I slipped. I won’t say whether or not Max pushed me ‘cause if I say the wrong thing that might put him on the naughty list and I sure wouldn’t want that to happen.
Now that we have all of that out of the way, here’s my Christmas wish list. And since Max is still too little to write, I’ll just include him on my list, then you can count us both as one. That’ll save you some time and money.
See, Santa, I do think of someone other than myself. That alone should earn me some more points on the Nice list.
So here goes nothing.
Max and I recently lost our home to a fire. Although the firemen rescued both me and my brother, our mom died in the fire. So, Max and I have been pretty much in limbo for the last several months.
We’ve been hearing rumors of foster care, but so far there have been no takers, and the few who have taken an interest seemed to only want one of us.
I don’t need to tell you, Santa, that Max and I are terrified of getting split up. It seems we’re too old and too big for the average family. All everybody seems to want is newborns.
Tell you what, Santa, can I make you a deal? If you can find me and Max a good home — together — with a loving family, we promise — I’m sure I can speak for Max, too — to behave to the best of our abilities, fight as little as possible, and most important, we promise to love and protect our new family, their home and their property and ask for nothing but love – and an occasional bone to chew on once in a while.
Community Editor Bobbie Poynter can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.
HALL THINGS CONSIDERED: We are never too busy to spend time with God
If you’re like me, every now and then you have a crazy week when you just can’t wait for the weekend. This past week was one of those weeks for me.
HALL THINGS CONSIDERED: God’s faithfulness is our anchor
A little over two years ago, my wife, Carmen, and I took a little trip to one of my favorite nearby places — the Pigeon Forge area of Tennessee.
HOW 'BOUT THIS: We all need a contingency plan for our older years
I was trimming my beard the other day and was forced to notice the two or three gray hairs I had seen during the last trim had now expanded to gray patches.
- HALL THINGS CONSIDERED: An MRI reminds me to be thankful
Shelton was a hero by any definition
The word hero is used a little too loosely for my taste these days.
To be honest, it’s been used way too much for a long time and I’m just as guilty as the next guy.
LIKE IT OR NOT: MLB's All Star effort was a bust
With the 85th edition of Major League Baseball’s All-Star game in the books, I have to say I feel like the whole thing was a complete bust.
THE WAY IT IS: Some local teams can make a run
Well folks, our Little League All-Star action is beginning to wind down, and I’ve been fortunate enough to see two of the Tri-County’s resp
LIKE IT OR NOT: It's been a very busy summer
While a lot of people would expect the local sports scene to slow down in the Tri-County in the summer time, that’s not usually the case for us here at the Times-Tribune.
May we all cherish those few WWII vets who still live
I watch this old BBC program pretty often called “Are You Being Served?” It’s mostly out of syndication — what shows remain can be seen most often through PBS.
So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, adieu
I never have been very good at saying goodbye — family, friends, co-workers, neighbors, community — for years you’ve had my back and in turn, I believe I’ve had yours.
- More Editorials Headlines
- HALL THINGS CONSIDERED: We are never too busy to spend time with God