In 1983, a delightful little illini_girl wrote her first letter to Santa.  Now, this letter may have been a ploy by my parents to lead me to believe it was going to Santa, when it actually was addressed to our house. . . Also, it may have looked more like hieroglyphics rather than an actual letter. . . but come on, Santa knew what I was talking about!

Here was the envelope with my whereabouts blocked out. . . Santa must have been excited to receive such an amazing portrait of himself on the outside of his envelope!!!

Here was the inspiring letter inside the envelope:

BEFORE you judge. . . I had just turned three less than two months earlier.  Also, being left-handed and having a name that is the same forwards and backwards (yes, a palindrome, kids), I tended to write things backwards and start some of my words from right to left. . . (Hey, it worked for my name, right?)  Yes, even given these issues, this jibberish still doesn’t make sense.

And there was also this folded gem in the envelope.  Um, at least all the letters are there, right?  Getting them in order is overrated.  Santa knows my name, for goodness sakes!

Santa already purchased my present for this year!  Thank you, Santa!