Monday, October 30, 2006

now it's too late?

dear santa claus,
hi! how are you? it's been a long time since we last spoke, if i'm not wrong, i was eight and i don't even remember what i asked for. sorry. but i sure was a very happy little girl that year.
i hope you get to read this as soon as possible, in the modern age few people use pencils, but you know that, don't you?
well, i'm writing today because i need to ask for a christmas gift in advance. i know this is not commom but..
i have been a good girl most of the time. at least i tried to.
and i won't ask for another gift in december, if you help me with this one i'll be just fine.
i'll cut the crap so i don't use too much of your time:
i want the love of my life address, please.
yes. i don't really need the lake house, the mailbox, it doesn't have to be chicago and the soundtrack you can leave with me. and he doesn't have to look like keanu reeves, but he could dance. and if the package comes with everything, that's ok, i'll not complain.
i guess he doesn't know i'm here and i want to write him a letter to tell! if he tries to find me using the usual methods it could take too long, you know?
i can't wait two years. i can't hardly wait one. actually, if you can send me this today, using the north pole sedex hoje, i would appreciate very very much.
santa, please make an effort. i know you are a very busy man this time of the year, and the world have more and more houses to visit but i'm thankfull for all that you have been doing all those years and i know the presents should be given just in january 6, but i hope you understand my motives.
ok, i asked. now i'll do what i hate the most, wait. i hope it's not in vain.
you know where to find me.
thank you, anyway.
p.s.: he doesn't have to be an arquitech either, because i won't be a doctor, okay?
"and it's too late, baby, now it's too late
though we really did try to make it
something inside has died and i can't hide

and i just can't fake it."
it's too late . carole king


At October 30, 2006 , Anonymous Kenji said...

Ahh... Santa claus é uma fraude desde o começo sabia... sabia que na verdade a origem do termo santa claus, vem da pronúncia equivocada do holandês sinterklass, que por sua vez significa sint nicolaas (são nicolau)?
Tá, a lenda mesma vem de Myra, um bispo turco que ajudou um pai de familia a salvar suas 3 filhas, reza a lenda que o bispo deu ouro para que o pai constituisse os dotes das filhas e assim elas pudessem se casar, livrando-se de uma vida de prostituição...
A outra lenda é Ded Moroz (Grandfather frost), uma lenda russa de um velhinho que dava presentes para as crianças...
Quanto inutilidade a minha neh... ow well, hope u get ur wishes...

At October 30, 2006 , Blogger Georgia said...

Adorei sua carta! Espero que ele lhe atenda!

At October 31, 2006 , Blogger amy said...

eu sei dessas histórias. e eu também sei que papai noel é o meu pai vestido de vermelho e chegando com um saco de linho gigante num buggy amarelo coberto de algodão..
era só uma metáfora :)

At October 31, 2006 , Anonymous Saulo said...

O seu pai não era o Batman?

At October 31, 2006 , Blogger A.L. said...

Adorei o texto; posso mandar control c, control v pro meu blog? Hehehehe! =)


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