Dear Santa…
With Christmas just a few weeks away, I am extremely late with getting my Christmas list to Santa. Id din’t always used to be this way – as a kid, I had a rough draft of my wish list completed mid-summer. By fall, I had tweaked it and whittled it down to a Top 10 of things I wanted.
The first Saturday after Thanksgiving was always memorable. My parents would take my two sisters and me to Chestnut Ridge. The main lodge had a nice, large fire burning away. From there, we would take a hay ride up to the North Pole.