(ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS HIM) “DEAR GOD”

DEAR GOD,

I know that I haven’t been a very exceptional girl this year. My studies were half bad (Math 17 comprised of the “bad” part), and I haven’t been a good daughter and sister. I disobeyed my parents, lied to them about where I was when my safety was all they ever thought about, and swindled my sister for money for lanyards (don’t worry though – none of our deals pushed through). Nonetheless, there were some good moments of this year for me. I don’t have to enumerate them, as you have been keeping tabs on me since forever. I hope they can serve as downpayment for what I am going to ask of you.

I have not thought about this too much – actually, the notion presents itself ever so annoyingly every hour. I know what I want for Christmas, Lord – and I know it won’t be able to make it this Christmas – though I fervently hope it will.

So, here goes..

There’s this guy I just met, and we aren’t even on speaking terms yet. That’s because I’m sure that IF / WHEN he will speak to me, I’m sure I won’t answer anything coherent – or more embarrasingly (is there such a word?) I’d just turn pale white or gush deep red in the face, and still be unable to answer.

He’s kind, playful, and he’s afraid of you (in a good way). TALL, DARK, AND DEFINITELY HANDSOME. He comes from a very good family, very warm and cheerful folks. They’re as playful as he is. I still can’t believe that he exists – and I know him. Thinking of him gives me butterflies in all the wrong places! My hands are unable to function well, my brain feels like its not there. My stomach lurches  when I see anything that reminds me of him.

I know that you are getting my point. You know well what I want for Christmas ’08. I want HIM. Crazy, yes, desperate, maybe. Infatuated, love lorn, NO. I am patient, as long as I am assured that I will get what I was waiting for.

I’d wait for countless Christmases for him, Santa, I’d wait religiously every year. I’d do my best in everything, be good in every way, just please give him to me. Or better yet, give me to him. I just hope that I’m the one he’s wishing for. I have known that it’s a long shot for him to like me, but a girl can hope, right? I won’t wish for him, ’cause wishes have a tendency to fall out. I am HOPING for him. As I have already pointed out, I will wait for until I am ready to be given such an enormous present – I will work and work and be good ’till I finally deserve him. I will, Lord, know that.

Love,

Abi

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