In the past, Bud has always been creeped out by Santa. I understand the sentiment; I find Santa a little creepy myself. But this year, the whole Santa thing "clicked" for Bud: I tell him what I want, and he brings it to me! So now Bud is all about Santa - with the caveat, of course, that Bud will not have to visit him at the mall, and that the old guy will agree to drop the presents and vacate the premises before Bud wakes up on Christmas morning.
Regardless, this weekend Bud wrote his first letter to Santa. More accurately, I wrote while Bud dictated. It says:
What do you bring for me? I want a movie and a toy and a magic hat and a magic cape and a wand. Serval kittens are great jumpers. Planets. Some drums. Controls.
Then at the bottom, with Hancockesque aplomb, he has signed his name.
I think Santa will be able to deliver in most cases. The controls may not be possible; Bud wants a sound-making control panel like the one in the Teletubbies' house. And one note about the serval kittens: he was watching Zoboomafoo while we were writing the letter. He doesn't actually want serval kittens.
At least, I don't think he does.