The love for Santa and the desire for a Barbie whose shoes will immediately disappear seems normal for a 6-year old. The rest of the letter confuses me. The ride from Santa and the bell can be lumped together and blamed on The Polar Express. Before this letter, The Polar Express was just a Christmas movie with creepy animation and 50-year-old Eddie Deezen‘s unique voice coming from the mouth of a small child’s character. Now it’s the object of my daughter’s fascination and the motivation behind an impossible gift. We don’t get snow in Knoxville. I guess I could call and see if there is a Santa operating helicopters in Pigeon Forge, but I seriously doubt it and the price makes it a ridiculous activity for a small child. Scratch ride with Santa off of the list. Then, there’s another explosion of happiness that is either directed at Santa or the sleigh ride. I’m not sure. The last thing she asks for is a Chihuahua. She didn’t see the much advertised movie about the tiny dogs, so why is she asking for one? Ignore the why is she asking and ponder the idea of a fragile dog in a household with two German Shepherds, five children and an endless rotation of other neighborhood children. The very thought of it is Chihuahua abuse. Sorry, Amy. No Chihuahua dog. This is followed by some pretty extreme gushing adoration for Santa and a little show of concern for his safety on that ride with her new dog. I have seen many Santa letters from my children over the years, but this is easily the most unattainable wish list ever. While this may go well with the fact that there is nothing stashed away for Amy yet, it doesn’t help me make her Christmas Day special either. Next year I will be handing the children a red bullseye store ad and requesting that the letters include pictures from the flyer.