I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my three children on demand, visited the doctor's office more than my doctor has, sold more tins of Cub Scout popcorn & boxes of Girl Scout cookies than I can count, driven more than a taxi cab driver working overtime just to get my kids where they need to go, kissed many many boo boos, and washed more laundry than my kids could possibly have dirtied.  I hope you can read my handwriting since I had to write this letter with my daughter's red crayon, on the back of a Wal-mart receipt while waiting in the drive through line at McDonald's so I can feed the kids between dance classes and soccer practice. Here are my Christmas wishes: I would like a pair of legs that don't ache after a day of chasing kids, ones that look like I've been running around chasing kids (meaning nice toned, non fatty thigh ones), arms that don't flap in the breeze but are strong enough to carry a screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store. If you're hauling big ticket items this year I would like a van with fingerprint resistant windows and possibly one of those safety glasses between the driver and passenger seats so I don't have to hear endless complaining that someone is looking at the other person or that someone chunked a toy across a seat and knocked a drink out of someone's hand and is now laying in the drink puddle on the freshly cleaned van floor. I would also love a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide munchies that don't get eaten before I can have any. I would also love for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or maybe the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a Styrofoam container. If you don't mind I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season. It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family... And maybe stop the baby from looking so cute when she decks her brother and then tells me that she only did it because she figured he was going to hit her first... And maybe you could keep the kids from giving each other that look that only they know, that makes the other make those annoying whining noises that only a mother can hear. Well Santa, we have our food order and we have to practice spelling words on the way to Nutcracker rehearsal. We will leave cookies and milk out on Christmas Eve... don't work too hard! Yours Always... Mom