Dear Santa,
I’ve been a very good girl this year (frankly, with my mental screwiness, living the life of a monk is
pretty much a given, but I digress.)
And since I can no longer ask for a World Series Game 7 win for my
Cubbies under the tree, and the idea of a significant other ever willingly
lashing a wagon to my crippled star is growing more absurd by the day, I’d like
to request just a smidgeon more of Patience this year. My supply is running
painfully thin.
Thank you, my dear old elf… And, of course, if you’d like to try to
squeeze Benedict Cumberbatch into my stocking, please, have a go.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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