Dear Santa,

How are you? How is the Mrs.? Please give Dasher my best. I’ve been pretty good this year, can you believe that? Therefore, I’d like to give you some requests for my Christmas wish list.

First, another Patriots Superbowl win. What could be better than Tom Brady coming back with a vengeance to go for ring #5. After so much trash talking from the haters *cough Sports Center cough*, let’s give the Dynamic Duo some sweet revenge.

And on that note, I would also just really, really like Tom Brady. Sorry Gisele, but those baby blue eyes? Damn.

Simple, (I think), for Amy Winehouse to come back from the dead. Ugh, what talent. Gone too soon. Miss you Amy.

Additionally, if you could pay for my college tuition, that’d be great. Going to the #2 best Catholic school in the country ain’t cheap Nick. Now I know taxes are pretty cheap in the North Pole, so don’t be stingy. ’Tis the season of giving, right?

On a more serious note, for the health and safety of my family and friends. I’m so blessed to have such amazing people in my life, and I’d really like them to stick around for a while. This includes my beautiful dog, Mambo.

Also, to see beginnings of world peace. Yes, as cliché as this sounds, I’d do pretty much anything to never have to hear about a mass shooting, or terrorist attack on innocent people. My whole life has been pretty much filled with news of tragedy after tragedy and it needs to stop. I know this one is hard Kris, and maybe I won’t see it complete in my lifetime, but just give the people hope, hope that something will change.

Similarly, I wish for a president of the United States, willing to stand up against Congress, other world leaders or anyone who won’t allow the progression needed to change our problems. We need someone who doesn’t care about likability, but truly cares about getting things done.

Finally, socks. As the great Albus Dumbledore once said, “One can never have enough socks…another Christmas has come and gone and I didn't get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books.” It’s the little things, Santa, the little things.

Thank you in advance for all of these gifts (especially Tom). I know you won’t fail me.

Yours truly,

Jackie G. Hart