Dear San.ta,

If it's not too much trouble, I'd like to ask for one little present.  I'd like a baby please.  You know, the kind that wriggle and giggle and squinch up their cute little noses.  The one that smells like baby powder, has the softest skin imaginable and eyes wide with wonder.  The one that sleeps through the night at three months.  Ok, I might be getting a little greedy with that request.  I've been a very good girl, I work really hard; I'm a good wife, daughter, sister, and friend; I eat my vegetables, drink my milk and don't talk back to my mom...much.  I know I'll be a good mother.  And I know S will be a good father.

Really San.ta, all I want for Christmas is to be a family of three.  Is that too much to ask?