by Freida Marie Crump
Dear Santa Claus,
Greetin’s from the Ridge. I haven’t written you in years, old timer, foolishly relyin’ more and more on my own pitiful resources. I should have known that I’d have more luck relyin’ on the whiskered saint of my childhood instead of puttin’ my hope in mankind.
So here’s the deal, Santa. We need help.
What I’ve got here is a wish list for