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Letter to Santa:

Santa will you do a (u) favor and ...

Uh, not that I don't believe in Santa Claus because I do but I could sure use a little help here.

Anyone?  Anyone?

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  1. Dana AlmaDecember 22, 2010 at 6:05 AM

    Ohhhhhhh, that's so sweet. They grow up so fast.. Merry Christmas and have a great time.
    See ya,
    Dana
    Readaholics Anonymous

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  2. CountessLaurieDecember 22, 2010 at 10:35 AM

    Red Ryder BB gun. Or a zhu zhu pet habitat. I am sure of it.

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  3. TiffanyDecember 22, 2010 at 12:41 PM

    I want you to know I put some time and effort into reading that - even magnified the picture and everything, but I couldn't decipher.
    I'm going with "Have to have a hadiypvls toy, have macet toy..."

    As you can see I'm no help on the actual crucial parts...

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  4. AnneDecember 22, 2010 at 5:28 PM

    Ask your child to read you their letter--tell them you would love them to read to you--and then praise their reading, and their ideas. Worked for me!

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  5. KlinDecember 22, 2010 at 5:32 PM

    I can't get any closer than Tiffany, but maybe if you consulted a toy magazine it would trigger something. I'm so rusty. I used to be the Urimm and Thumim when I taught Jr High Special Ed.

    (Will I get kicked out of church for not knowing how to spell Urimm and Thumim)

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