You see, Santa, when I first got my glasses, I was fine with them. I did not really attempt to take them off other than when I was tired.
A few months ago that changed. For some reason unknown to me I did not want those things on my nose anymore. I kept feeling this urge to grab a hold of them and yank them off my face the instant they came on. Next thing mama and daddy knew my glasses were under my bouncy seat. I would also throw them as far as I could, or hide them by sitting on them...
Mama and daddy thought my eyes had gotten miraculously better and believed my glasses must be too strong for me now. An appointment with the opthalmologist was made, and they usually are WAY in the future. For a while they kind of gave up on putting the glasses on my nose because they certainly did not want me to get a headache or otherwise suffer!
Finally the appointment came. Surprise: my eyes had not improved at all! The opthalmologist told mama and daddy that sometimes kids will do that for no apparent reason. I had just decided that I wanted to take my glasses off because I could. I made mama laugh out loud when daddy and I showed her my trick: daddy would put my glasses on and I would do nothing, just watch him. He would walk away and disappear from sight, and I would promptly grab my glasses and throw them away! That was fun for a while, but daddy was on to me. He became the glasses nazi! He seemed to have eyes in the back of his head and knew instantly when I just THOUGHT about reaching for them...Mama and Ama were pretty close seconds and my own sister Kaitlyn (we call her Sissy) ratted me out all the time!
I knew I had to do something. My time had come when daddy and I went downtown to meet Ama, mama, and Sissy. They had been to see the Nutcracker and were meeting us at the Melting Pot restaurant, where mama and daddy were going for dinner. Ama would take Sissy and me to her house. Daddy was in a hurry and after parking the car, putting me in the stroller and making sure my glasses were on, we rushed over to meet the others. It was very cold that day and I looked like a little snowman, all bundled up. Quite cute actually, even though I say so myself!
Daddy went really fast and was not paying attention to me. There was my chance! I yanked off my glasses, held them over the side of the stroller, and opened my hand...
When we arrived at the restaurant, mama and daddy had to rush inside and Ama whisked us off to her house. Mama did notice that I was not wearing my glasses, but she thought daddy had stuck them inside the diaper bag.
Honestly, Santa, I did not mean any harm to anyone. Even though those glasses look really cute on me, they annoy the heck out of me and I just had to do it!
All this happened just a few days before Christmas and I think you might not have gotten the message about this incident in time to stop my presents from being delivered...thank you very much for all the cool stuff; I love each and every one of my presents and promise to play with them a lot!
I thought I should write you a little explanation just in case this would count against me next year... Another pair of glasses have already been ordered and I bought myself only a tiny bit of glasses-free time, so I think I have been punished enough.
Please remember that I was not thinking clearly before I did it, something very common with babies and little kids as you know. I promise to do a better job of keeping them on my nose! (Did you also know, that babies have something called infantile amnesia? Just keep it in mind in case I forget my promise...)
Thank you for listening to me, Santa.
I love you very much and we will have cookies and milk out for you again next Christmas Eve,
Alexander
p.s. Say Hi to all the reindeer for me - I will make sure mama leaves out a treat for them next year, too!
