Story by Darrah Whitaker
My name is Bennie. I am eight years old. My home is at 345 Sleepy Hollow Street. Mommy said I should write to you so you would know what I want for Christmas. I want a snow globe, a train set, and Legos. She says I’ll be lucky to get anything this Christmas because Daddy doesn’t even have time to clean out the garage, much less clear a landing strip for your sleigh. I hope I’m lucky.
Hi, again. It’s me. I heard Mommy talking on the phone. She said Daddy was in the doghouse. I don’t see it in the backyard yet, but I’m very excited. I always wished I could have a new doggie. Can you make him yellow? I like that color.