I’ve been listening to a lot of Christmas songs lately. They play in the car on the radio and in the mall over the speakers. One of them that worries me a little goes “you better not pout, you better not cry…” and it says Santa sees you all the time and doesn’t like it if you do those things. Well, except for this blog, I really have no other way of telling people what I want if I don’t cry. I really hope he still comes. Mom said that maybe if I left him a message, he’d understand even though I cry sometimes… OK I cry a lot sometimes.