You Get Nothing
Zach found a random box in one of our closets that said “ebay stuff” on it. It was a bunch of paper items I got at a sale over a year ago and never put on ebay. Included in all of the stuff was a huge stack of letters.
I haven’t taken the time yet to read through all of these, but one letter did stand out. It was addressed to good ol’ Santa Claus.
I was so excited to open the letter and read what one child of yesteryear was wishing for that Christmas so long ago. I unfolded the letter and found this:
Seriously, it looks like the Zodiac killer himself wrote this. And unless there is some sort of secret Santa language that I don’t know about, this child got NOTHING for Christmas.
Poor Harriet Robbe, you failed at Christmas.
-Erin