So I'm blatantly stealing it from Santa himself.
Santa John Driggers is in Key West right now and if you don't know him you should.
Let me confess that I've never actually seen Santa but ... I believe in him.
I know others who claim to have actually seen him and I believe them too.
I write Santa letters ... well ... instant messages really ... and he responds to every one.
Santa and his wife Jenny are into Kayaking during the summer and she's pretty tan in a bikini but he's white as snow.
Santa's also more religious than I thought, shoots guns, vigorously defends Veterans, and can do flips off of Pontoon Boats.
He's hard to not like.
Of course everyone likes Santa anyway.
He wanders into a Waffle House and everybody stops eating because ... it's freaking Santa!
Santa believes that Jesus rides shot gun with him in his pickup truck and who am I to argue?
I sip wine with my Guardian Angel on the Beloved Back Deck.
Maybe one day Santa will let me sit between him and Jesus in the cab ... that'll be fun.
Anyway ... I really love this present of a line.
A big ol' tender heart and giant ego striving for humility.
That's me too Santa!
And I'm really glad I fall down on your side ... though I don't shoot guns, go to the Waffle House, or do flips off Pontoon Boats.
Plus both of us have HOT wives!
Well I don't mean to bother you when you're on vacation but I want to say how much I appreciate you all year long and not just in December.
Let me be honest again!
I hate freaking winter!
But I do love Christmas.
And I love you too Santa.
I hope you and Mrs. Jenny have as much fun there as Sarah and I did last weekend.
Ho Ho Ho!
... it probably means something else in Key West.
