Ho Ho Ho!

I hate writing about this because I've been a jolly old guy for centuries. Frankly, I'm feeling kind of blue this Christmas. Imagine, Santa Claus in a funk.I've run into a couple of unexpected expenses this year. Rudolph's nose was dimming and I had to get him some rhinoplasty. Then Donder and Blitzen lost their no-skid shoes (essential if you're stopping fast on roofs). They're a special-order item, of course, which doesn't help a bit.

Now I find I'm not going to be able to provide Christmas gifts for all the kids on my list. I need help.

I guess I shouldn't complain. My problems aren't much compared with the plight of single mother Michele. She's got kids in kindergarten, fourth and seventh grades, but since she was laid off work, the kids aren't going to find much under the Christmas tree. They won't starve; her church has provided food.

But the kids have asked for slippers and bathrobes and a couple of toys, and I just don't see how I can swing it.

In fact, there are more than 1,000 kids left in the Salt Lake area I'm going to need some help reaching for Christmas. I've talked to everyone who owes me a favor and managed to find sponsors for lots and lots of needy tykes. And even more people have stepped forward on their own. But time's running out and I'm getting kind of scared.

The 310 families still out there are weighing pretty heavily on old Santa's heart.

If you can help me, call my elves at 237-2139 or 237-2017. Gee, if you don't have time to shop, consider making a donation and my elves will do it.


Santa Claus