Letter to Santa

So I go to pick Noah up from pre-school, and a distraught Noah is waiting. Apparently, Santa had come to school and asked each child what they wanted. Noah responded "Light Ball". But since his L's sound Y's, everyone thought he was saying "Light Bulb", including Santa. His dream of getting a green, squishy, ball that lights up inside from Santa (something he has been asking for over the last month) disappeared before his eyes, and he was convinced that he would end up getting a 63-cent light bulb.

Empathizing with his dramatic conundrum, I quickly explained that we could remedy this situation by writing Santa a letter to clarify. We rushed home, got paper and marker, and I wrote verbatim as Noah spoke the exact words he wanted to say.

We immediately put the letter in the mailbox. He wasn't OK until he was convinced the letter was off to Santa. So we had to keep checking the mailbox to make sure the mailman got it. Eventually the crisis was averted. These are his words. No edits. No coaching.

Dear Santa,

I like Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer. I live in California on "H" street. I like my fishing pole. I want a light ball. It's green. Also I want a yo-yo. I want a squishy thing that lights up. I want a cookie that's really big with M&M's on it. That's all. I will listen for you on Christmas Eve and I will be happy.

Love,

Noah