I know you’re busy and all getting ready to deliver precious goodies to those young and old. Between the yoga you’re doing to get ready to shimmy down those chimneys, to the massive amounts of coffee that you are brewing to get ready for Christmas Eve, I was wondering if you’d take a moment and read my letter.
I’m not asking for much, but if you could help a gal out, I’d appreciate it…
Once the holidays are over, and I get on the phone with my credit card company to see if they can lower my APR so I am not paying so much interest, could you make them say yes? See, I don’t even use this card and haven’t in over a year. I am trying to throw every available dollar at it, to make the balance go away. But the interest is killing me, and not as much of my payment is going towards the balance as I would like. So when I go to make that phone call, and a customer service rep answers the phone, I would appreciate it if they were bubbling over with enthusiasm to help me, and would be more than happy to assist me.
My second request Santa…I can call you Santa, right? Or do you prefer Mr. Claus?
Anyways my second request, is that when we start selling our stuff again on Ebay and Craigslist, that it really goes for top dollar. See, I have a sneaking suspicion that my well-loved and carefully maintained car, might decide next year is the year that it says “peace-out, yo”, and leaves me. My car is almost 8 years old and I am so thankful to have had it as long as I have. But I’d rather start a “new-to-me car fund”, and be prepared. So anything we sell, will go into this fund.
I know you can make this happen Santa. You got all the skills.
You make reindeer fly yo, so I know you can do this.
My last request, oh powerful one with the magical sleigh, is that you help me learn more about investing. Cause what happens is, I hear the word invest and any verbiage that comes after that word, starts to sound a lot like the teacher from the Peanuts cartoon. I really want to learn about investing so I’m hoping you’ll send me some earmuffs or something, that to me sound like Bradley Cooper whispering sweet nothings, but in reality, it is teaching me how to invest.
K, thanks Santa. You’re my boy.
P.S. I make really good cookies. You’re welcome.