10 days. 10 days.
“Can I have a pony?”
“Yes. A pony. Please.”
“Where are we going to keep a pony?”
“In the backyard. Or in my room.”
“That’s not going to work. Even if we had a place to put a pony, they are a lot of work. You have to feed them, clean them and pick up their poop.”
“I will do it ALL!”
“Come on mom.”
Am I standing here going back and forth with my 5-year-old for a reason? This is ridiculous.
“Did you ask your father?”
“He told me to ask you.”
Of course he did.
“I have a great idea. Why don’t you write another letter to Santa to ask him for one?”
“Sure. Seems like something he could do.”
“I am going to do that right now!”
“Sophie, are you ready to get grandma from the airport?”
As I was standing looking at my list of things to complete Sophie comes running in and shoves a letter in my hand.
“My letter to Santa.”
“Wow! There are only five days until Christmas. Are you sure it’s enough time?”
“Mom, its Santa. He’s magic. Remember?”
“Right. How could I forget?”
“I hope I get my pony tomorrow.”
“Well if you don’t you can always try again next year.”
“I know” she said with a sigh.
Tomorrow I am going to have a disappointed little girl. I hope she will be distracted by the excitement of the morning.
“MOM!!” Sophie yelled.
“What?!” I shot awake. “Is something wrong?”
“No. Its Christmas morning! I got a PONY!!”
“Ugh. Don’t yell at me to wake me please unless something is wrong.”
It then registered what she had yelled at me.
“What?!” I jumped out of bed.
“SANTA GOT ME A PONY!!” she ran downstairs.
“Jeff! Did you get her a pony?”
“Of course not.”
I hurried after her as quickly as I could. She was standing in the foyer with the front door open looking outside with a stupid grin on her face.
The pony stood in the front yard just beyond the porch. Its beautiful with chocolate hair and a tan mane.
“Sophie, stay right here. I am going to see who brought it for you.”
“It was SANTA!” she began to run forward.
“Sophie! Please stay right here.”
As I was walking toward the pony it began to act agitated. I moved as slowly as I could. Just as I was about to scoot off the porch my foot hit a box. Inside was an envelope.
It was written in the most beautiful script. Jeff showed up beside me then.
“That looks handwritten.” Jeff stated.
“It does. Who the hell got her a pony?”
“I don’t know. Open the envelope.”
You wrote me the sweetest letter. Here is the pony you asked for. Her name is Medusa. I hope you like her.
Jeff and I looked at each other horrified. As we turned to look at Medusa, she opened her mouth and out came a fireball.
“That is so awesome! A FIRE BREATHING PONY!” Sophie squealed.
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