Dear Mickey Mouse,

I'm old enough to realize that writing my wish list to Santa Claus is useless, because he doesn't exist. (don't read this if you are under the age of 8 or if you are my grandpa, because I'm not here to kill dreams or get lectured on the "magic of believing")

You however not only exist but very well may be the most powerful mouse and for that matter public figure in the free world, not to mention you are rich to the tits. You my friend have had your little mouse hands in the proverbial cookie jar for the better part of the last century.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not judging, on the contrary, I'm proud, and jealous. I LOVE YOU Mickey Mouse ,and your land of fantastical magical shizzle that you formed from nothing more than your own two hands and a dream. Now with those same two hands I implore you to make my Christmas wish come true.

PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE ,PLEASE, PLEASE, let me win a free trip to Disney World, just once. Have I been there before? yes. Should that count against me? no. I mean how many other people have gone there and then have been caught planning a trip elsewhere the next time around, stating that, "we've been there already, once is enough"

!?!?!???????!!!!!!!!!!!?!?!?!?

What? Deplorable. They should be shot.

once is never enough.

ever.

once a year maybe? Like EVERY year for the rest of your lives. Maybe that's a start.

I'm going to go balls to the walls here Mick and be totally vulnerable with you

Lay it all on the line and let you make the call.

I miss you.

There. I said it. and I'm not ashamed to admit it.

I'm 33 (almost) and you make me feel like a schoolgirl again.

So this Christmas my only wish is to see your little mouse cheeks smiling at me in person.........

or.... a Speedo 150lap Top-Pusher water resistant to 100meters swim watch.



either or, I'm not picky.