This letter was first posted to CFS-L Mailing List in December of 2003 by Susan Jones. It is used here with her full permission, thank you Susan!
Dear Santa,
I have been a really good girl this year as I had no other choice. Since I can’t drink and I have no energy to get dazzled up, let alone no budget for clothes for my new body, I couldn’t go out and party this year. So that should count for something.
Santa, I have also given up many things, therefore I am no longer self-indulgent. I have given up smoking, caffeine, processed sugar, cokes and Pepsi’s, hard alcohol (I do have a sip of wine Santa, I must confess, but it’s about once a month or so), dancing, working out, having a lot of sex, friends, social events, working, not raising my hands over my head, not leaning against a wall, and most of all cleaning my house and doing my dishes with any regularity. I also gave up gardening and having a beautiful yard just for you Santa.
Santa, I don’t have a big wish list although gifts are always appreciated. You won’t have to get any sparkling diamonds or jewelry, as my doctor isn’t impressed by such displays. Also, those fashion trends I usually ask for just don’t look the same on this “new/old” body. Not only that, it doesn’t go with my usually stringy hair that needs a salon and/or washing. In fact, a big, floppy, hat might be a good gift to put on when anyone comes to the door or I do venture out of the house, excuse the much too used and dirty bathrobe.If you could include a cure for saggy, droopy eyes with dark circles underneath….that would be a plus.
Santa, I hate to ask for these next two things as I know you are very busy and I do spend frivolously on all those medications and supplements I take, not to mention the innumerable doctor visits. But I could really use a cloned “me”. I know that’s a hard one to fill, but I only want a clone of the old “me” to do errands that are hard for me now like going to the mailbox. If that’s impossible, a trained golden retriever will do. The cloned “me” is really what I need, but in lieu of that, I’d also take a butler, maid, shopping service, and errand runner. If you could include the checks for their services, so much the better.
But Santa, if you really want to please me this year, could you find me a doctor that will listen? One whose eyes sparkle when he/she sees me. Also, one that doesn’t look at the floor during my visit, and isn’t afraid to touch me. I would really like a doctor who walks and talks, and who’d let me touch their hair. If they have a prescription pad and lots of friends who specialise in infectious diseases and heart problems, that would be just swell. You wouldn’t have to wrap the doctor up for me either. You could just leave the address and their home cell phone number on the napkin I leave your cookies on. I promise to be the best patient that even you, Santa, could ask for.
Oh, just one little thing more Santa. If you could leave a little “moola” for my friends barely scraping by this Christmas, they might be able to buy one of their supplements this holiday. Merry Christmas Santa and to all … goooooodddd bbbbbyyyyyeeeeee SSANTTTAA .. .gooottta go lay down now. move over Rudolph … zzzzzzzzzz ……
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