amended letter to santa

Is it too late to get a new letter to the big guy at the North Pole? I hope not. Reese has revised his letter--

Dear Santa,

Forget the toys this year. I don't need a basketball goal or a sleeping bag. No books or puzzles are necessary. Scratch the new shoes and comfy pj's from my list. What I really want this year are:

Q-tips-- you know the one's mama has picked up off the floor at least twenty times in the last two days? Man I love those. You can chew on them, stick them in the air vents, and hide them all over the house.

Solo cups-- My mama likes to keep them stacked in the cabinet next to the dishwasher. She likes them all neatly put in the right place. I, however, could care less. Yesterday I hid a few in the Christmas tree.

Shoes-- Not my own though, shoes that belong to my mom and dad. That way, when they are in a hurry to get out the door they can only find one of each pair of shoes.

Thanks Santa. Give Rudolph a big smooch for me!

Love, Reese

{p.s. I'm going to try super hard not to eat all your cookies!}