I think my ovaries exploded
This might be the cutest thing I've ever read. A little French girl has written a letter to Santa:
Père Noël,
I would like a nice gift, and I would like to see you.
Because I have been very good throughout the year. I have listened well, I have cleaned up my room by myself and I had fun at school, and I have played with my friends.
Also, I am going to move, I will have a nice house and a mezzanine.
I eat everything, but sometimes, I don’t.
Then I would like to see you for Christmas and Halloween and talk to you. I would like to sing you a song-poem. When is winter coming ?
Also I would like to talk to you, but if you leave and go far away, I would like to see you in your house.
If I hug you, your beard will not sting, it will only tickle.
And I would like to go into your sleigh. How will I do that ? Do I have to climb up the trees ?
Kisses,
Capucine.
Seriously. I'm dead from the cute. And the exploded ovaries.
Also, my concert last night was amazing. It's always great to hear people live and have them sound exactly the same as they do on an album. And you haven't really lived until you've heard a sixty-something year old, Scottish, folk-rock singer covering 'Oops, I Did It Again'. It was hysterical. Sadly, it brought me to the conclusion that I actually like Britney Spears songs, as long as someone else is singing them. Which I guess doesn't mean too much, since I'm pretty sure she doesn't write her songs. So that's something. But still.
Père Noël,
I would like a nice gift, and I would like to see you.
Because I have been very good throughout the year. I have listened well, I have cleaned up my room by myself and I had fun at school, and I have played with my friends.
Also, I am going to move, I will have a nice house and a mezzanine.
I eat everything, but sometimes, I don’t.
Then I would like to see you for Christmas and Halloween and talk to you. I would like to sing you a song-poem. When is winter coming ?
Also I would like to talk to you, but if you leave and go far away, I would like to see you in your house.
If I hug you, your beard will not sting, it will only tickle.
And I would like to go into your sleigh. How will I do that ? Do I have to climb up the trees ?
Kisses,
Capucine.
Seriously. I'm dead from the cute. And the exploded ovaries.
Also, my concert last night was amazing. It's always great to hear people live and have them sound exactly the same as they do on an album. And you haven't really lived until you've heard a sixty-something year old, Scottish, folk-rock singer covering 'Oops, I Did It Again'. It was hysterical. Sadly, it brought me to the conclusion that I actually like Britney Spears songs, as long as someone else is singing them. Which I guess doesn't mean too much, since I'm pretty sure she doesn't write her songs. So that's something. But still.