Mr. Lucky makes a list then promptly departs from Santa’s formula

Dear Santa:

It’s been many years since I’ve actually asked you for something.

And I’m well aware of how darn busy you and the elves are at this time of year.

Mine is just a teeny weeny request.

And no, it does not involve children so I’m feeling just a wee bit guilty.

But here goes anyway:

It’s the List Thing. We all know that you “make a list and check it twice” because the song says so.

You need to be commended on your mad organizational skills, because here in Woodgate, my all-grown-up husband makes List after List after endless List.

And then checks it maybe once if we’re lucky.

Some of you may remember an article I wrote a while ago pertaining to my husband being the master Pile Maker.

Mr. Lucky now has yet another title—List Maker.

His report card for this task looks something like this:

A – for effort – never fails to physically write the List down on scrap paper.

B – for diligence – scratching off tasks on List when accomplished.

C – for priorities – for the life of me I cannot figure how greasing the ‘hoe or re-stacking the wood pile trumps putting laundry into the dryer or emptying the dishwasher.

D – for re-writing his List the very next day and simply eliminating the “undone’s” from the previous day’s List that don’t appeal to him (all of which seem to suspiciously consist of MY requests).

F – a big fat FAIL – for being able to locate a pre-existing List that he just KNEW contained something of importance.

Now Santa, I ask you, is it possible to coach a husband of this age in List Making 101?

Is it really fair that his ridiculous Pile Making now includes Piles of Lists?

Can he be re-taught by you, and your one Grand List that encompasses an entire planet full of childrens’ wishes?

I can only hope and pray. These Lists are virtually EVERYwhere in this house, written on any available paper product, undated, unrelated, and unfulfilled.

So maybe after the holidays you can find a minute to stop by and have a little chat with Lucky.

Please feel free to enter via the front porch, because the chimney cleaning is … well… on some List… somewhere.

Thanks, Santa, and a Merry Christmas to all – may all your Lists of Wishes come true!