Dear Santa:
This year I have been extra good. I didn’t speed as much as usual. I was nice to the cat. I drove my wife to work every day, and when my son crashed that Porsche through our garage door, I only got mad for a little while.
I don’t need any more socks or sweaters, and I still have those two front teeth I asked for way back in the day. I haven’t asked for much since the kids came along, so please let me dream big once again and ask you for my Twelve Cars of Christmas. (I will leave my garage door opener next to the milk and cookies.)
So that’s it, Santa (at least for this year). As you can see, I have done my very best not be selfish. I know there are quite a lot of two-seaters (and a single-seater) but hey, you only live once. And there are a couple of genuine family rides in there, too. Thank you for everything, Santa.
Yours truly, Peter Cheney
P.S. I have never forgotten the awesome slot car set you left me back in 1968. If you have any more of those, I will clear space in the family room.
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