Santa's letter was sent on the wings and the underbelly of a paper airplane this year. It was sent way back in November, so when my daughter's letter from Santa came right away, and his did not, we worried that the plane got caught up in a jet stream diverting it far away from the North Pole. But, as it turns out, it made it there after all. He got a lovely response from Santa just last week.
I won't visit you this month. You won't call. I will raid your garden and you won't get any of the vegetables. I will make plans without telling you about them. We'll go to the store and not buy you one single thing. Whole books will be read and I will not tell you which ones. I will watch movies and not inform you. The nasturiums will ripen. Last month was different. I changed my schedule and took time off work to be with you. I dropped all kinds of plans for us to be together. You sent me messages, I received them. I picked up food that I thought you would like at the store and sent you pictures of every beautiful thing I saw. I sang with you. We watched the Great Canadian Baking Show. You chose the recipe for the garlic scape pesto and gave me instructions for making the gooseberry jam. I am in August without you. You are in July.
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