Dear Santa,

An Open Letter to Santa Claus from Henry

Dear Santa,
I know that everyone thinks you're all "great" and everything, but I don't understand you.

Last I checked, you were a big fat guy with a cookie problem.

You don't shave and your breath smells a little like old milk.

The truth is you scare the BeJesus out of me. So I think I'll pull the escape move. Sorry.

{But I will send my brother in for an extra hug to try to get on your good side.}

The thing is, Santa, if I see you in a different place, you look different and I think people are starting to notice.

And while I may be warming up to the idea of you,

I just don't think you're my kind of guy. So I think I'll pull the escape move. Sorry.

But I will take that candy cane you're wheeling around, Mister.

I hope this doesn't mean you will leave me without cars or trains on Christmas.
You understand, right?
Your friend {from afar},
Henry

P.S. I will gladly take more candy canes if you've got them tucked away, fat guy. You know you do. Hand 'em over.

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Thank you all so much for your prayers, phone calls, e-mails and facebook messages. I am finally on the mend and feeling much better! You are the best!