Dear Santa:
Please give me the patience to deal with my grandmother this Christmas… I know she’s sick, I know she just had surgery and I KNOW she’s going to be a bear about wanting to do everything, but please give me the patience to not yell at her when I tell her to sit down.
That, and, while you’re at it…. maybe fix my roommate’s logic (that it’s better to spend money on a new book rather then pay rent logic)?
Much obliged! *hands out sugar free peach strudel and milk*