Even Santa Laughs Sometimes!
A Collection of Humorous and Heart Warming Letters to Santa
Illustrations by J. P. Postlewait
Copyright © August 1995 by Bruce McGuy – all rights reserved
First edition published by Home Run Publishing Company
ISBN : 0-9642311-1-5
TO MY WIFE JOANNE
And our children, Christopher Charles, Jennifer Lynne, Jennifer Elizabeth, Nichole Marie and our newest addition, Rachel Erin, who believe in me and give me the inspiration and love that is so needed in day-to-day life.
A special thank you to my good friends Steve and Bonnie. Your valuable contributions will not be forgotten.
To every child that comes into this world with only the God given instincts of Love, with a small hand grasping for understanding and warmth, and with a voice crying out for Love. They know nothing else until we teach them. May we all be a little kinder to the little voice that comes from below our knees with a question that seems meaningless, for if we don’t teach love and understanding, our children will perish at the hands of each other.
Bruce McGuy is a contractor, born and raised in Fresno, California. He moved to the San Jose area upon graduation from high school. He and his wife Joanne are the proud parents of a young girl, as well as two children each from previous marriages.
After surviving a troubled childhood, during which Christmas provided some of his best memories, Bruce determined that he would make a difference for other children, especially those who come from troubled homes. Through his seemingly endless energy, creative ability and tenacious dedication, Bruce has devoted time and resources to fulfilling his personal commitment to children coming from dysfunctional home. Whether it is his involvement with the local school, coaching Little League, or simply being the neighborhoodd Santa Claus at Christmas time, Bruce has clearly shown that his love and concern for children is more than just words.
At Christmas time, the decorations on his home make it a community event. Playing Santa Claus each night, Bruce has the opportunity to personally hear the heartfelt wishes of hundreds of boys and girls, many of whom have stories that would break the hearts of the most hardened individuals. From their simple requests for toys to the expression of their deepest inner feelings, Bruce leaves them feeling as though they REALLY have met Santa Claus. As you read their letters and Santa’s responses, see if you can’t feel the magic.
Even Santa Laughs Sometimes is a book full of love, written by bright-eyed boys and girls, who have some real questions (and answers) about how the world appears to them. I hope that after reading this very special collection of humorous and heart-warming letters to Santa, you will come away with a greater understanding of how children think about their world and what’s in it.
Even Santa Laughs Sometimes is filled with children’s letters which ask questions of and disclose messages to Santa. Every letter in my book was personally presented to me by one of the thousands of children that come to visit my home each year. I make sure each child receives a response to his or her letter whenever possible. My “Santa’s Mailbox” overflows during the Christmas season. Even during the summer months, I receive postmarked letters to Santa at my home, from children all over the United States, wanting to know what I am up to. During the Christmas Season I welcome over 20,000 visitors to my home to share in the Christmas spirit.
I want to take this opportunity to thank all of you for making my first book Even Santa Cries Sometimes such a tremendous success. From the hundreds of letters I’ve received about my first book, I have read how much my book has changed your lives for the better. This has truly made me feel that I have received the most special gift of my life. Thank you very much.
I thought I might share one of my most memorable recollections of being Santa Claus. It came upon an unusually cold December night. I was in the process of repairing some of my outside Christmas lights when children with their parents started to gather for the upcoming visit of Santa Claus. While they waited, parents were busy buttoning up their children’s coats and helping them go over their lists, making sure they hadn’t forgotten anything important.
I recognized many of the children and their parents from years past. It seemed odd, though. I knew who they were and yet they hadn’t recognized me without my Santa suit. As I continued working on my lights, I started to listen to what each child was reciting from their Christmas lists. It was as if I was invisible, walking among them, hearing every word they said. As the time neared for Santa’s visit, I quietly slipped away and started dressing, all the while remembering what I had overheard.
I entered the front yard with bells a-jingling and laughed my special Santa laugh. The children’s eyes quickly lit up with anticipation. It was all their parents could do to hold them back until I was in place for them. Doris was the first to come and give me a hug. As I knelt down on one knee, arms open, she started telling me a story of her pet hamster and how her pet had been very sick, but seems to be well now. She then explained to me what her pet hamster wanted for Christmas and proceeded to give me the hamster’s Christmas list. I took the opportunity to tell Doris what Rudolph and I thought she might want for Christmas. You should have seen her mouth drop open, almost as wide as her eyes. All she could do was stare at me with a puzzled look. I gave Doris another hug and we said our goodbyes.
Next in line was Ken Jr., age 8, and his sister Sara, age 5. After our hugs and conversations about school and what’s going on in their world, we got down to Santa’s list. All it took was Ken Jr. asking me if I knew what he wanted for Christmas, and before he could utter another syllable I began to tell him and Sara what I thought they might like for presents. Ken and Sara were both delighted when they heard that they would receive just what they wanted. With their letters to Santa still in hand, they proceeded to run back to their father, Ken Sr.
Ken Sr. handed me his children’s letters along with a handshake and a look of bewilderment. His eyes searched deep into mine, as if he was looking for an explanation as to what just happened. I saw a spark of life come to his eyes, and with that, Ken Sr. asked “what do I want for Christmas, Santa?”.
I thought, “Testing me, is he?” I looked to his wife, then back to Ken Sr. I replied “Yes, I do know what you want, but you won’t be receiving it in time for this Christmas. You’ll both receive your gift in late June or early July next year.”
With that, Ken turned to his wife and she nodded ‘yes”. I could tell at that moment that I was wrong. Ken actually did receive the gift he wanted for Christmas. With tears in their eyes, they said goodbye and headed for home.
You might be wondering, how did I know? I don’t have all the answers. I’m only Santa Claus.
Wishing you a very Merry Christmas.
Last year you brought me a telephone. I want to thank you. For Christmas this year, enclosed you will find my phone bill from last year. Since you brought me the phone, Dad said you should get the bills.
Please leave the phone next to the fireplace Christmas Eve
My name is Susan and I am three years old. I am finally excited about Christmas. For Christmas I want a Playskool doll house, a tricycle, dishes, a doll with a bottle, but not one for me. I am a big girl now. Also I want blocks and a toy stocking.
I don’t know what you would like better, so I’m going to leave out zucchini loaf and banana chip cookies for you, but could you leave one bite for me? We’re coming to see you tonight, but Randy is not coming. He was very naughty. He played with daddy’s battery operated drill and drilled a few hundred holes in his bedroom door. He’s going to come another Christmas, maybe!
I love you Santa. I’ve been good. Please bring me what I said, and please don’t forget Randy.
Thank you very much, Susan
Tell Daddy not to be too hard on Randy for I remember Daddy telling me a story about when he himself took his daddy’s hammer and fixed the front of his mommy’s car real good. Tell Dad I’ll bring some wood putty for him. I’ll bet it was Mommy’s idea to leave some of those wonderful treats. I’ll make sure I also leave Mommy some bites too.
See you real soon.
Dear Santa Claus,
If I tell you a lie you won’t bring me any presents. Why?
Santa has never told you that he wouldn’t bring you any presents if you ever told a lie. Sometimes parents tell stories about children that don’t receive any presents from Santa if they’ve lied. Although I have never told you such a thing, I want you to know it could happen if you lie too much. Its best not to take the chance. One lie too many could cost you a Christmas. Be good.
When we take Fred for a walk we take along a pooper scooper with us. What do you bring with you on Christmas Eve?
Love, Lynn, James, Fred, Doris, and dog Fredie
What does Santa take along Christmas Eve? That all depends. But first I have a question for you. Do you take Fred, your dad, for a walk, or is it Fredie the dog you’re referring to as Fred? Please let me know for my records, and if it is Fred, your Dad, what kind of collar would he like for Christmas?
Anyway, to answer your question, I don’t take anything along. I make sure the reindeer don’t eat for 36 hours before flight, so we don’t have any problems or lawsuits.
Thanks for asking.
I am twelve years old and am writing this letter for my little brother Donald who will be 6 years old on December 25th. Donald loves to go camping more than anything else. It never snows here at home so Donald would like you to bring him a sleigh full of white snow to play in. Donald wants to sleep outside and have you drop it on him so when he wakes up he will be covered in the cold, white snow.
Also, please bring Donald a remote control car, Barney toys, a soccer ball, and don’t forget the snow!
Love, Cathy and Donald
P.S. Donald wants me to remind you not to throw the toys out with the snow.
Dear Cathy and Donald,
The fact that you, Cathy, took the time to write to Santa for your little brother tells me there is a great bond between the two of you that will allow both of you t be able to depend on each other later in life. I can’t bring you any gift greater than the one you already share with each other. But, I can bring you most of what you asked for. Except the snow. Yes, there is plenty of snow here at the North Pole, except by the time I get to your house it will be rain. I don’t want Donald to get wet on his birthday.
Sorry about the big stocking! How are you? I’m fine. How many elves do you have? Who’s your favorite elf? How’s Mrs Claus? I wonder if I’ll become like you someday? I can’t wait until Christmas. All I want for Christmas is a BB gun, (I won’t shoot anyone), a Super Duper Double Looper, Sparking Hot Rods, a VCR, and my mom and dad to get back together. (live together I mean)
Well, bye, Marty, age 12 years old
If your stocking is as large as last year, I’m sure it probably will be an extra trip again this year. Thanks for the prior warning.
Marty, Santa is not perfect, but I do my best to love everyone, to care about then and their problems, and to give of myself. I believe you too can be just like me. It’s not easy. Most people talk about all the great things they’re going to do to help those in need and yet those are only words. I know you are going through some very difficult times in your life. Right now, your letter shows me you’re reaching out to find someone or something to show you the way. If you show love to all who are around you most of the time, you will stand out from the crowd and be recognized by those people such as Santa. They will be neighbors, friends, or family and will be there to help you along the way.
Don’t forget to write next year. I want to know how things are going.
What is brown and red and goes round and round?
Answer: Rudolph in a blender
Ha! Ha! Ha!
Randy, age 9
Dear John K.,
I know your real name isn’t Randy, and I know your name is John M. Rudolph thought your joke was pretty funny. Rudolph has a joke for you. What is nine years old and cries on Christmas morning? A little boy named John. Ha! Ha! Ha!
Love, Santa & Rudolph
(Although John signed his name Randy, John’s mom wrote John’s name and address on the upper left corner of the envelope before mailing it. That’s how Santa knew.)
Hi, my name is Josh and I want $10.00 for something I want to buy from my friend. I live at 999 California. Please try to get it for me, I have been very good this year.
I can tell by your letter that you can’t wait for Christmas so enclosed you will find the new $10.00 bill that you asked for. Please tell your mom where you got it so she knows.
See you soon,
1. A baby brother in March.
2. My baby brother or sister to be healthy
3. A stuffed animal for my baby brother because he will miss Christmas
4. A remote for my TV
5. Some paper clips
6. I want more than 9 presents, but I can’t think of them.
Angel, age 10
Santa can already tell what a wonderful big sister you will be for your new baby brother or sister. I will try to bring you those 9 special presents you’ve forgotten about. Rudolph will pack something special just for you.
What I want for Christmas is a picture of my grandma.
She died and I want to make sure she’s OK in Heaven.
And a robot to do my chores for me.
Santa’s grandma is in Heaven too. I miss her very much. I think about her from time to time and all the wonderful things we did together. I love my grandma even though she is in Heaven and I can’t see her or hug her any more. She is in my heart just like the same way your grandma is in your heart and memory.
I am sorry I can’t get a picture of your grandma for you. Tonight, before I go to sleep, I will ask my grandma up in Heaven to watch after your grandma for you.
Love always, Santa
A Collection of Letters From Kim
All I want is money and I want it now…
P.S. S.A.S.E. Enclosed, no checks please.
Many children and adults don’t really know what they want for Christmas. I am so happy you don’t have that problem so I would like to give you what you asked for. Except you forgot to tell me ho much money you needed. I guess you really didn’t know what you wanted after all.
Looking forward to your next letter.
Last year you didn’t bring me any money. I forgot to tell you how much I needed. Ten million will do.
P.S. S.A.S.E. enclosed, no checks please.
Thank you for your letter again this year. I see once again you’re asking for cold hard cash. I would like to give you what you’ve asked for except you didn’t tell me what kind of money you wanted, peso, franc, U.S. Currency, etc. Where do you plan to spend your money? What do you want to buy? Let me know next year.
OK, lets get it right this time. Its been three years and still no cash. I am fourteen years old and almost ready to start collecting Social Security. So hurry up and bring me my damn money before the government starts taxing me on it. Now, I need one million from 2 years ago, 10 million from last year and 20 million for this year. All U.S. cash money! I’ll even change my policy and accept checks with the proper ID.
P.S. S.A.S.E enclosed, C.O.D. accepted.
I have some very bad news. I am sorry to say that in July of this year Santa’s printing press blew up. At this time I can’t even print any money to help repair it. If only really you had known what you wanted in years past. It just goes to show you just when you think you’ve got a sure thing, things can go wrong. Don’t be discouraged. Before long you will be getting a job that pays you money and you won’t be asking Santa for any.
Thank you for all your letters. It was a lot of fun sharing them with my friends. We got a lot of laughs from them. I’ll still take the cash owed from previous years if you ever get the printing press going again. This year please bring me a new boyfriend that is cute and a nice guy.
P.S. S.A.S.E., Box enclosed to mail him in, no dummies please!
It has been a wonderful experience for me writing to you over the last few years. I hope you will continue to write and tell me how things are going with you.
By the way, its against the law to mail cute, nice boys in boxes.
See you soon, Santa
How are you? Is it cold where you live?
Please bring me:
1. The Barbie Family
2. Little Miss Magic Jewels
3. A large doll
4. A teddy bear
We will have a fire in our chimney s please be very careful when you come to our house. Just in case, Mommy will leave a medical supply box next to the fireplace (next to the cookies and milk).
Thank you Santa,
P.S. I am 5 years old.
In answer to your letter, Santa Claus is fine. I feel like I am under 100 years old, and yes, its very cold here at the North Pole. I’ll be very careful of the fire in your fireplace. I wouldn’t want your presents to get burned, or Santa, for that matter. Thank you for letting me know, and I won’t forget your presents. Remind Mommy and Daddy to check the batteries in your smoke detector, OK?
For Christmas this year I would like for my best friend, Ann, to come visit me. Ann moved last year so please stop by her house at 1413 Miller Ave. Pick her up for me and bring her to my house. You don’t need to wrap her up or anything like that, just make sure she is dressed so she won’t get too cold on the trip.
Your friend, Venice
Each year you seem to outdo yourself. In all my years, I can’t remember anyone having such unusual requests. Last year you wanted me to pick up some pizza on the way as long as I was going. ‘Hey, why not’, you said. This year you want a friend delivered. I don’t do pick-ups or deliveries, that includes friends, family, pizzas or take out burgers.
Can’t wait till next year.
What is big and red and flies in the air?
The big red toy you brought me. It wasn’t the one I wanted. Next time only bring me what I ordered.
After receiving your letter I was at a loss for words. I decided that if that’s how you appreciate the toys you receive, then maybe next year I’ll give your toys to someone who will appreciate being given a present. If you really don’t want the toy ask Mom to give it to one of the abused and battered women’s shelters for the children that are temporarily living away from their homes and may not have had a toy for Christmas at all.
Dear Santa Claus,
The Santa at the mall told me he is the REAL Santa Claus. When I pulled his hair, it came off. Don’t bring him any presents, he told me a lie.
Thank you for your letter to Santa. It was a joy to read. I don’t believe the Santa at the mall meant to lie to you. I think he was just trying to help you believe in Santa Claus. And John, if I don’t bring him any presents, then what would happen if you told a little lie to someone? I wouldn’t be able to bring you a present either, would I? Santa loves everyone. I don’t choose those that I love by their behavior as much as for the love in their hearts.
All my love, Santa
Mommy says that Mrs. Claus puts you on a diet after Christmas, just like my daddy. How come you eat so much?
Mommy is right! Mrs. Claus does put me on a diet after Christmas. Sometimes, when Mrs. Claus isn’t watching, I sneak out to visit Rudolph, and he shares some of his carrot ice cream with me.
Why do I eat so much? I wish I knew!
See you soon, Santa
Dear Santa Claus,
I hope you have a good Christmas. Tell Mrs. Claus I said hi. I know that Christmas is for sharing and being nice to everyone. I will try my best to be nice all year long. I want two roller blades. But maybe you can bring me one of them and give the other to a homeless kid. And maybe if I ask all my friends to do the same then the all homeless kids will have a Christmas.
(no return address)
Santa Claus who?
Santa Claus and Rudolph with my presents: A train set, a remote control truck, a car, a bike, a bird cage, a yellow bird, a color TV, a room to myself, a radio, clothes
Santa Claus who?
Santa Claus and Rudolph with a bag so full of your presents we have to use the front door.
My uncle says you’re not a very nice person and that you work your elves all day and all night long and you don’t pay them any money. That’s not very nice. What I would like for Christmas is Barbies, a color TV, a VCR, a radio, shoes, a dress, pants (5 colored pair), rings, bracelets, socks, a watch, nail polish, new carpet for my bedroom ( pink with a little yellow), a new phone, and a computer system.
I just want you to know that the elves love what they do and can leave any time they would like to. They work for 3 months out of each year and rest for 9 months. They eat for free, travel all over the world by way of sleigh and have unlimited insurance coverage. They live in 3000 square foot homes, with heated pools and spas, free phones, toys, games, haircuts, etc. If you believe they work too hard then maybe you should cut your list in half so they can rest. As for your uncle, I think he needs to get a life, and let him know I’m not accepting any applications at this time.
My daddy told me your sleigh put holes in our roof. He told me he is going to write you for money to fix it. I don’t think you did it. Next year could you bring Daddy a new house? It doesn’t have to be too big, maybe just 500,000 feet or so.
So far I haven’t received a letter or a repair bill from your dad. Tell Dad that I do remember your roof because it made it very hard to land. The bright lights from inside your house beamed through the roof, temporarily blinding Rudolph, and we almost crashed. If it wasn’t for Rudolph’s quick maneuvering, it would have been a very messy situation. (Reindeer stew time).
See you next year, Santa
I already wrote a letter to Santa Claus but I’m just saying Merry Christmas. I love you.
Love, Jennifer G.
Dear Jennifer G.,
Merry Christmas. I love you too.
Could you tell me a little bit about your house at the North Pole? Also, please bring me a new bike, roller blades, and extra clothes.
Santa’s house is a wonderful place. We have many bedrooms, plenty of bathrooms, and one large fireplace where Santa hangs his pants to dry. Mrs. Claus is a wonderful cook and we enjoy all the company that visits.
The most wonderful thing about Santa’s house is the love we feel for everyone that comes to visit. Santa’s house is filled to the brim with love. I like to feel my home is a special place, but I know there are many homes such as ours. Whether small studio apartments or large mansions, love has a way of filling the rooms with a special feeling that makes all homes as special as Santa’s.
And I won’t forget your presents.
Dear Santa Claus,
This is what I want for Christmas. I would like for my grandpa to stop telling me stupid bedtime stories. Please bring him X-MEN comic books to read to me, roller blades for Dad (size 12), roller blades for me (size 7), pads, helmets, and a new play toy for my little sister.
Thanks, Tim, Age 10
I think it’s wonderful that you enjoy letting your grandpa tell you bedtime stories, and for you to ask for more stories for Grandpa. I receive so many letters from children wishing their grandparents were still alive because they miss them so. It’s great to find a young man as yourself helping your grandpa stay up with the times.. I’m sure I’ll be able to find plenty of X-MEN comics for the two of you to share.
Love, Santa Claus
To Santa Claus,
I’ve been a good boy. I obey Mom and Dad. I want a gun, a GI Joe, Stunt Cycle, X-MEN, Hockey sticks, and Boxing gloves.
You have quite a little list this year. I see you want a gun. I’m sure a play toy gun is what you wanted, however, I’m not sure we have any. I’ll check, and if we do I’ll double check with your mother to be sure it’s okay to bring you one. I am sure we have most of the other toys you have asked for.
See you soon,
(no return address)
My aunt wants me to ask you how you stay so thin? She wants to know what Mrs. Claus cooks for you. My aunt May has lost 178 pounds so far. How much have you lost?
Mrs. Claus makes sure Santa doesn’t get too big for his britches, that is for sure. Mrs. Claus is a wonderful cook! Even Rudolph enjoys her stews (as long as they are not reindeer). Santa really hasn’t lost any weight. I stay pretty much the same except for Christmas time, when I eat so many cookies and drink too much milk.
I want you to tell Aunt May that Santa is very proud of her for what she has been doing. I can’t begin to imagine how difficult it must be, but my heart and love go out to her and you, Phyllis.
Ralph is only 5 years old and has asked me to write this letter for him.
For Grandma, please bring a new monster truck, ( a real one).
Grandpa would like a play hammer so he won’t hurt himself anymore.
For Uncle David, a new watch that works so he will stop getting fired for being late to work.
For big sis, a new bottle of perfume that smells good, I used hers all up.
And for Jack, a new dog bone. One so big he can’t bury it.
And for Mom and Dad a few toys.
As for myself, a new playhouse, before Grandpa loses a finger building me one.
Love, Ralph and Mommy
P.S. We came to your house on December 23rd. What a wonderful thing you do for all of us. Thank you
(no return address)
Santa is a jolly old soul and enjoys laughing as much as possible. Only once in a while do I get the hiccups. Usually it’s Mrs. Claus who gets the them, from laughing at Santa.
I love you and want to know if you and Mrs. Claus ever get a divorce will you call my mom? She needs someone that’s nice like you.
Love, Nicole R.
Thank you for thinking of Santa. With such a wonderful daughter watching out for her, I’m sure your mom will find just the right person to share her life with.
Love always, Santa
My name is Ben, and I am 5 years old. This is what I would like for Christmas this year. Mommy says I’ve been good so you can bring everything I ask for, so here is my list.
A Dizzy Dinosaur
Power Rangers, the good guys only
NO BAD GUYS
and mommy says you need to spend some f my toy money on new clothes for me.
Love you Santa, Ben
P.S. Mom wrote this letter for Ben, but they were Ben’s words.
I was glad to hear how good you have been again this year. I am sure you didn’t want a real dizzy dinosaur so I’ll bring you a Dizzy Dinosaur toy, and no BAD GUYS.
See you soon,