Dear Santa Claus,
Hello, my jolly friend. It’s me, Leslie. I hope you’ll remember me from my longstanding status on the “nice” list.
It’s been a long time since I’ve written you with a request for Christmas, but I haven’t wanted something this badly since the Barbie Townhouse you brought me in 1985.
Normally, I would admit to wanting a mom-related gift, like this griddle that would enable me to bring scrumptious pancakes and delicious quesadillas to the family table at record speed. And if I were to receive a gift such as this, I would graciously use it to its fullest potential. But, Santa, I must be honest, I want something else more.
Apparently Guitar Hero has been out for while (one year and three weeks according to my research), but somehow slipped by me. I can’t help but feel as though I’ve been living in darkness while the rest of the world has been basking in the light of the greatest game ever created.
Santa, do you realize how awesome this game is?
Here are a few of the songs I could rock out to with this gift:
“I Love Rock & Roll” by Joan Jett and The Blackhearts
“Symphony of Destruction” by Megadeath
“Iron Man” by Black Sabbath
Are you ready for this?
“MORE THAN A FEELING” by BOSTON…the greatest song of all time.
Santa, I need this.
And if you bring me two Mini Gibson SG controllers, you can come and rock with me anytime.
Santa, I’m depending on you. This gift seems much too frivolous to request from my husband, or even my parents. If you bring it, it will be like a Christmas miracle. And miracles can’t be returned. And they must be used. It’s Christmas law.
I’d like to thank you in advance, as I have the utmost faith in you, Dear Santa.