I see that you have once again inhabited my son’s body. You were very clever this time when you made the choice to start the takeover at a time that had absolutely no obvious catalyst. We even thought that he might be sick for a couple of days, but you can’t fool us forever (sleep deprivation has made us stupid, but even we aren’t that stupid). I would; however, appreciate it if you could move on to someone else’s body before Thanksgiving. He’s running his first race that morning and it’s going to be a long day and I don’t have time for an exorcism. I understand that you’re not really in the business of accommodation, you are The Devil after all, but I think it became pretty clear during your last month-long stay in our son’s body after our daughter was born that it wasn’t much fun for you, either. Rumor has it that you’re pretty self-serving, so I think you must appreciate the fact that this isn’t the vacation spot it might have been for you at some point. Hasn’t all that time spent in time-out taught you anything, yet? Also — you may be Beelzebub, but I’m Shannon and I’m afraid that you’re no match for me at this point in my life: I’m feeling a little like kicking some hiney and taking some names and you’re at the top of the list. You’ve been warned.
Sincerely,
Shannon
For the first half of this post, I thought it was titled “Dear Santa” and was wondering why Santa had taken over Liam’s body and why you wanted to exorcise him.
Now, Julie. Wouldn’t *you* want to exorcise a fat man who comes uninvited down your chimney from your toddler’s body?
The fact that this post had nothing to do with Santa changes nothing.