Bite-Sized Story: A Letter To Santa

Dear Santa,

I've become a more productive individual this year, so I hope those are some good brownie points to put me up on the Nice list. And of all the bad things I've done this year, I hope you can forgive me. Like that dispute in a group project that I wish didn't happen, but happened anyway because I was such a non-conformist.

What I want for Christmas this year, is more dance clothes and dance ability. Yes, Santa. I am clearly obsessed with this new hobby (or rather, revived hobby) and would do anything to excel in it. But I don't want this to turn into a competitive edge that would take away the enjoyment of it, and risk getting me into the Naughty list. I also want eventual financial freedom in order to support myself in this hobby, because for some events, it will require a lot of capital in order for me to push my dancing skill to the next level (travelling and all that, you know?)

I also want to make sure that the camaraderie between my dance scholars are maintained, so that whatever we plan for the graduation show, it will be smooth sailing. I wish that everyone gets their opportunity to shine in whatever they're good at. I can sense that each one of us has a speciality, and it is indeed, a gift on its own. Thank you for that, Santa Claus.

Santa, I also hope you like mug cake. It's a new recipe that I've tried out and whenever you're tired, you can grab some of those to fuel yourself again. Yeah, not all dancers have a strict diet unlike what the media shows them. Even the previous DAP cohort resorted to eating McDonalds sometimes, because it's fast food (as in, really fast, which saves a lot of time, and allows me to do homework in between dance practice.)

So Santa, I hope I can get what I ask for this Christmas. My new year's resolution hasn't been planned out properly yet, but I will get to it eventually.

Cordially yours,
Amanda
Jitterbugs DAP scholar and Swinging Salsera blogger