My Dearest Nicholas,

For the past ten years, I have been constantly worrying, thinking, and dreaming about you. I have thought about you every time it snowed (it snows every winter), every time I wore my Santa costume (I wear it year-long), and every time I have made chocolate cookies (I make them everyday). I really hope you enjoy my cookies! I spent a lot of time thinking about that one night, years ago, when I found you kissing mommy under the mistletoe. At the time I was unable to describe what emotions I felt, but now, at 18 years old, I can. It seems that I was jealous.

Santa, baby, I love you. I love you so, so, much. I love your generosity. I love your circumference. I love your appetite! I love everything about you!

All I want for Christmas is you. So please, leave Mrs. Claus and take me instead. Compared to her, am I not the better pick? I know you have good judgment: you annually divide kids into naughty and nice! You already know I have been nice all these years just for you.

Please make my wish come true, Nicky boy.

With unyielding and undying love,

Your future wife