All I want for Christmas is…peace of mind
Many moons ago when I was young(er), my folks always had me write up a wish list for Santa. Every year, my brother and I would pour over that list, looking through the Sears Catalog for toys we thought we’d like to have, spend hours drafting the perfect letter to Santa, and then giving the letter to my parents to mail to Santa. Yet, every #%@#^@#%$!@$ year, we never got what we asked for. How is it Santa could get it so wrong every single year?!?
Socks?!? Underwear?!!!? Pajamas?!??!! ...