Dear Santa,

I can only imagine, you sitting in your study and looking at my colorful picture of one of your impersonaters, and my christmas tree. I think I do them both justice. And just so you know, I can imagine it because I am watching you. I am even documenting this experience. Anyhow, I think we can all agree that I was an exceptionally good girl this year. I delt out footrubs to my mom like a cheerleader deals out.... well you know, cheers of course. I think that I was a good friend, and I most definately unloaded the dishwasher when my mom asked. I got a 3.7 GPA, and it still counts even if I had an easy hand of classes. Silly me, I keep getting off track, you will recieve this letter soon. You know what that means? That means that you will know what I need from you. I know my mom would be mad at my manners so I will rephrase that last part. You will know what I am wishing for this christmas. To be exactly honest with you, I have high expectations, my dad says I am high maintanence, but I just think I like nice things, and things the way I want them. So here is my list, in no particular order:
1. Since I am moving out soonish, to go to college, and onto the next stage in my life, a laptop would be greatly appreciated.
2. I want shoes :] one thing that everyone can agree on, is that shoes are a nice gift to recieve.
3. perfume, I just got some, but it never hurts to have more, eh?
4. I was thinking that money would just be nice.
5. anything else you can think of, but I dont particularly trust your choice in what I want, so if you can't get me any of the above, let me know and I will reply with an additional list of new things.
Well, in conclusion of this letter, I think you should lay off the cookies and milk, from what I am looking at right now, I have seen way too many servings go into three readings of letters. Just a suggestion, but I am sure Mrs. Claus would agree with me, if there is even a Mrs. Claus. Its so funny to me, everyone has their doubts about you, but what I am doubting is the fact you have a wife. Just my opinion on the matter. Well, Merry Christmas to you Santa Claus, Saint Nicolas, Kris Kringle, you name it, you've been called it. TTYL (talk to you later, like next year when I return to ask for more stuff)
Yours for the season,
                 Paige Marie Loudon
p.s. really, mail me back if you have any questions, concerns, or comments. But no, do not ask me how I located your place. Lets just say my resources are called "google".