Dear Santa, I hope this blog post finds you well, and not holding any ill-feelings toward my brother who put you on his naughty list last week.  The reason why I’m writing to you today is because I have a special request for Christmas.  

I could ask you for a joke book, but I think I’m punny on my own.  Also I could ask you for a recording contract, but I prefer to become a famous rock star based on merit.  So I promise I will continue to work hard writing and performing my own songs.  I’m not even asking you for more toys, because I have plenty of bacon scented squeaky balls and stuffies.  

Instead, my special request this Christmas is would you please play a game of fetch with me?  As you know, my motto is “Fetch Is Life,” and I play the game as often as possible.  But after watching countless Christmas specials with Chuck Billy, I realize not one of them show you enjoying the best game ever.  Yes, there is the occasional snowball fight, but that’s just not the same as spending time with a dog playing fetch.  I understand this can be a stressful time for you, Santa, and we all know the saying, “All work and no play makes Santa a dull elf.”  So this Christmas, please take a break from the hustle and bustle and join me for a game of fetch on Christmas Eve! 

Tail Wags, Asa