Michelle
Dear Santa Claus,
Well now then, I’m an old lady but have never yet written a letter to a MAN. Never mind a man I haven’t even met. I’m not sure how I feel about this. Those bossy sheep at this farm pushed me to the front of the line, chanting “do it, do it!” It was all most unpleasant and confusing – because I had heard those at the upper barn were fighting over who would get a chance to write a letter this year. Why then, you might ask, were they bothering me? Do you know what I found out, Santa? I found out that NO ONE wants to go first. I feel very bullied. It is all exceedingly unfair. But I shall show them that I know how to write a letter like no other sheep, indeed I shall!
Santa, you may know that I went blind not so long ago, and it renders me confused. This does not mean that I have lost any of my native intelligence. I just can’t see. People mistake disabilities for mental deficiency and I object to this categorization. Now, being old, on the other hand, means that it’s a bit harder for me to keep the weight on. I have a nice breakfast and dinner served to me daily, but my teeth have worn down so I can’t grind the grain or the tougher hay so well. A nice, soft chopped hay would be easier on my chompers: https://www.chewy.com/standlee-premium-timothy-grass/dp/948326 Do you suppose you could arrange for some to be sent to me? (But make sure they put my name on the package lest the other sheep bust it open before it even gets to me!)
Pardon my saying so, but one of the first thing I noticed when I came here was the disgraceful state of the rubber feed bowls. Why, they must be a century old, and they never seem to get clean no matter how you scrub them and yet my staff continues to serve me in these nasty old things. Don’t you think an old lady ought to have some dignity in her food dish? For heavens sake, they are not that expensive! https://www.chewy.com/tuff-stuff-products-rubber-round-farm/dp/777286
You may or may not know, Santa, that when one loses one’s vision, one’s other senses become quite acute, and I must regretfully tell you that my nose has picked up dust and accumulated cobwebs in the barn where I reside. I believe that the current state of brooms at this farm mirrors that of the down-at-the-heels feed bowls. However, a good quality broom would go a long way towards tidying things up. https://tinyurl.com/broom-for-michelle
Right now I’m living with all relatively new residents: Raindrop the sheep and Raphael, the strangely short cow and they don’t know all the ins and outs of the farm. But William and his mom Dolly usually come over to say hello right around tea time, and they told me about this idea of “sponsoring”. It means that a person can choose me as their special animal. Oh, heavens, it’s not free (but then nothing is anymore, now is it?). But for their donation they receive my biography, a gorgeous glossy photo, a certificate and, most importantly, an open invitation to come and visit me. It’s a fine idea and I hope someone will soon become my very first sponsor!
https://shop.stargazingfarm.org/product/sponsor-michelle/
It has been quite a pleasure, in fact, corresponding with you. I am pleasantly surprised and I shall now opt to go first at every opportunity!
Most sincerely yours,
Michelle