Dear Santa,

Tell my mom she should go home now. 5 weeks after my surgery...I need my life back.

Wait a minute, Santa...Nevermind. I mean, the lady is doing all of our laundry for pete's sake. She can stay. For a little longer. Not too much longer! My son is bleeding her bank account dry, you know. She's a sucker for buying him stuff.

So please, Santa, let my mom go home so she doesn't go broke taking care of us. There we go. That sounds much nicer.

Love,
Mama Bear.