In the process, he ran into a verbatim letter he had taken down for Kris Kringle�as spoken by DaBoy (then 3.5 years old.) This is just before DaSon�s mother�s strokes blew her out of any competence.

My Dumb Ass� knows it isn�t Christmas today�but it is always nice to share a bit of that particular spirit�especially when it gave yer diarist a bit of a sniffle.

So, in its entirety�minus replacements for his name, DatBoy�s 2001 Christmas Letter. Merry Christmas, All!

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Dear Santa,

My name is *Edited�DaKiddo* and sometimes is known Edit�First, Middle, Last NameHERE.

I wanna have you to give me some presents when I sleep.

Give me some donuts when I sleep too, please.

I�ve been good. And, I like donuts very much.

Dear Santa,

I like chocolate chip cookies.

I like cheetos too.

I don�t like coughs, or medicine.

Dear Santa,

I like you.

That�s enough greeting-part, Dad.

We have a long list here, right?

And we gotta check it.

Do you like hot tea?

This Christmas I�d like a pogo stick�please.

I want, ah, some new books, like kinda older Dr. Seuss books. And I like you, Santa. I really like you. Don�t give away stuff when I sleep. I really like you.

I just like you because you are cute. Because I just like you when I�m cute, and you like me when I�m cute.

Dear Santa,

I�d like a pretend rocket that goes way up in the air.

I�d like a real scooter and a helmet for dad�s house.

I�d like to take the training wheels off the bike you gave me last year so I can learn.

I�d like a couple of crossed up board games to play with dad (and Mommy!)

This is gonna be our first Christmas in two houses ever.

Dear Santa.

I�ve been scratching dad�s hair for sooo long.

I�d like some little washable markers so I don�t make too much mess.

No glass salamander�s, please.

I�d like a reptile that can say something, a pretend one, not a real one.

I�d like a pretend microphone that works with a speaker�not really pretend but a toy.

Could I have a second rocket ship� this one could fly around in my hand while I play?

Maybe this is enough, Santa, but I really like you, dear Santa.

And you are an old man but not done with your life cycle yet and you won�t be dead for a while.

Do you like cookies? I do.

How do you do that coming down the chimney thing?

I want some glasses when I am older.

Bye.