Dear Santa~
I've been mostly good this year, except when it was necessary to be naughty.
I really, really, really, really, really want my own Cowboy, and if you could see clear to bringing me one, I would be much obliged.
You see, I miss the open spaces of the country. I miss the animals, the hard work, the respect of life and death in daily life. I miss the politeness, simple ways, and raw sexiness of a man working hard at chores.
I miss the fun times, too, because they are much more appreciated by those who understand the value of taking care of what God gave us, and being able to see the natural beauty of every creature great and small because their success lies in the care we give them.
A Cowboy is tough when he needs to be, Santa. But he can also be the gentlest, sweetest, most romantic man you could ever get to know. A Cowboy has fire in his blood, mischief in his eyes, and respect in his heart.
Just trying to write this letter, Santa, makes me cry because it is what I want with my whole being. And I guess I always have wanted that - at least as far back as I can remember.
I hate the city, Santa. I know there are many more opportunities for people to experience more things, and schools offer more choices for kids, and all. But, I want a place where my Children can be safe, and learn to appreciate nature in it's total glory. I know they miss their animals, too. And being able to go outside and run for miles.
Maybe you won't be able to bring me a Cowboy this year, Santa. That's ok, too. But it would be nice if you would keep looking for one for me. One that will love me, respect me, accept me, have fun with me, take me dancing, laugh with me, go for walks with me, teach me to ride a horse, and sing Cowboy songs to me. A Cowboy who thinks I am just perfect the way I am, who tells me I am beautiful, and that I matter.
Keep safe this christmas, Santa.
And God Bless You.
Done by Freaky
