This year the girls decided to ask Santa for "real wings that will attach to their back and make them fly" and pixie dust. I had to refer them to rule number 125b of the Santa code that clearly states that magical delivery of all flying wings and pixie dust is strictly against the law. They aren't mad at me because I am not in charge of making the laws. I am holding out hope that one of these years they will ask for something I can deliver. The last time either asked for something I could buy was when Asia was three and she asked for meat and a bumble bee.
Dear Santa, My sister did it.