Have you ever written a letter to santa?

Dear Santa:





I rarely ask for much. This year is no exception. I don't need diamond earrings, handy slicer-dicers or comfy slippers. I only want one little thing, and I want it deeply.





I want to slap Martha Stewart.





Now, hear me out, Santa. I won't scar her or draw blood or anything. Just one good smack, right across her smug little cheek. I get all cozy inside just thinking about it. Don't grant this wish just for me, do it for thousands of women across the country. Through sheer vicarious satisfaction, you'll be giving a gift to us all. Those of us leading average, garden variety lives aren't concerned with gracious living.





We feel pretty good about ourselves if our paper plates match when we stack them on the counter, buffet-style for dinner. We're tired of Martha showing us how to make centerpieces from hollyhock dipped in 18-carat gold. We're plumb out of liquid gold. Unless it's of the furniture polish variety. We can't whip up Martha's creamy holiday sauce, spiced with turmeric. Most of us can't even say turmeric, let alone figure out what to do with it.





OK, Santa, maybe you think I'm being a little harsh. But I'll bet with all the holiday rush you didn't catch that interview with Martha in last week's USA Weekend. I'm surprised there was enough room on the page for her ego.





We discovered that not only does Martha avoid take-out pizza (she's only ordered it once), she refuses to eat it cold (No cold pizza? Is Martha Stewart living?) When it was pointed out that she could microwave it, she replied, "I don't have a microwave."





The reporter, Jeffrey Zaslow, noted that she said this "in a tone that suggests you shouldn't either."





Well, lah-dee-dah. Imagine that, Santa!





That lovely microwave you brought me years ago, in which I've learned to make complicated dishes like popcorn and hot chocolate, has been declared undesirable by Queen Martha. What next? The coffee maker?





In the article, we learned that Martha has 40 sets of dishes adorning an entire wall in her home. Forty sets. Can you spell "overkill"? And neatly put away, no less. If my dishes make it to the dishwasher that qualifies as "put away" in my house!





Martha tells us she's already making homemade holiday gifts for friends. "Last year, I made amazing silk-lined scarves for everyone," she boasts. Not just scarves mind you. Amazing scarves. Martha's obviously not shy about giving herself a little pat on the back. In fact, she does so with such frequency that one has to wonder if her back is black and blue.





She goes on to tell us that "homemaking is glamour for the 90s," and says her most glamorous friends are "interested in stain removal, how to iron a monogram, and how to fold a towel." I have one piece of advice, Martha: "Get new friends."





Glamorous friends fly to Paris on a whim. They drift past the Greek Islands on yachts, sipping champagne from crystal goblets. They step out for the evening in shimmering satin gowns, whisked away by tuxedoed chauffeurs. They do not spend their days pondering the finer art of toilet bowl sanitation. Zaslow notes that Martha was named one of America's 25 most influential people by Time magazine (nosing out Mother Theresa, Madeline Allbright and Maya Angelou, no doubt).





The proof of Martha's influence: after she bought white-fleshed peaches in the supermarket, Martha says, "People saw me buy them. In an instant, they were all gone." I hope Martha never decides to jump off a bridge.





A guest in Martha's home told Zaslow how Martha gets up early to rollerblade with her dogs to pick fresh wild blackberries for breakfast.





This confirms what I've suspected about Martha all along: She's obviously got too much time on her hands. Teaching the dogs to rollerblade. What a show off.





If you think the dogs are spoiled, listen to how Martha treats her friends: She gave one friend all 272 books from the Knopf Everyman Library. It didn't cost much. Pocket change, really. Just $5,000. But what price friendship, right?





When asked if others should envy her, Martha replies, "Don't envy me. I'm doing this because I'm a natural teacher. You shouldn't envy teachers. You should listen to them." Zaslow must have slit a seam in Martha's ego at this point, because once the hot air came hissing out, it couldn't be held back. "Being an overachiever is nothing despicable. It is only admirable. Never lower your standards," says Martha.





And of her Web Page on the Internet, Martha declares herself an "important presence" as she graciously helps people organize their sad, tacky little lives. There you have it, Santa. If there was ever someone who deserved a good smack, it's Martha Stewart. But I bet I won't get my gift this year.

Have you ever written a letter to santa?
Cute and thanks! Can't say much more than another star for you!
Reply:I would like to sign my name to that letter also! Chuckles and a star!!
Reply:I wrote one in 1949, or 1950. Never recieved a reply. Mail's a bit slow, so I'm figuring on an answer next year or the one after that.
Reply:where's the "punch" line ?
Reply:She's one of Santa's suppliers silly. what did you expect ? --- he knows better than you that she's really quite naughty -- and he loves it.
Reply:I have written letters to Santa. I never believed he reads them until I got the new dishwasher delivered a little bit ago. Thanks to Santa and a little help from the hubby, I hope you get what you asked for and agree she needs it.
Reply:I'm still waiting for Santa's reply.
Reply:I did write a letter to Santa and it was published in the newspaper.





I would love to smack Martha myself.. I guess I need to get in line. hehehe
Reply:I agree. I'd like to add Rachel Ray, Oprah %26amp; her ugly clone Dr Phil, Dr Laura, Rush......ok, I'm getting carried away now.





Most of my family is dead. I still have a daughter in the next town. I'm making cookies %26amp; we put up a few decorations, but that's it. My daughter %26amp; I are going to cook Christmas dinner together %26amp; our guys will be there to partake. (We could feed them hot dogs %26amp; they'd be happy!) The few gifts are little things I picked up throughout the year when I saw something I thought someone would like. I'm not crazy about jewelry nor flowers (although I'll take some good chocolate).





Back to Martha.....in that minimum security prison she "attended", they had a decorating contest %26amp; she lost! I loved that!





I found a pack of beef ribs for $4.00 the other day, so I cooked them for the 3 dogs after we were done with the grill the other night %26amp; the coals were still hot. I guarantee they will like them!





OK...I've ranted enough. Have a great holiday in whatever you choose to do. My motto is: "Do no harm, help those you can. Peace!
Reply:You are so darned cute! I "learn" from every post you make! Please don't ever stop.





Merry Christmas to you and all you love, and I truly hope you get your wish! June
Reply:Never wrote a letter to Santa. I am not a Martha fan. Even my paper plates don't match. This is cute. Thank you.
Reply:If reincarnation is true, I have said that I want to come back as one of Martha Stewart's pets. They seem to lead a more comfortable life than I do. After reading this from you, I am going to rethink my wish. Thank you.
Reply:I don't think I ever believed in Santa and the only reason I ever wrote a letter to him was because my primary school teacher made us do it.
Reply:That is so funny, and SO TRUE! But I love Martha,


she is a corporation all to herself, and that IS her life. She has no other. She reminds me that I really don't HAVE to be perfect, because she is doing it for me!





On the other hand, she has parlayed a few home crafts into a multimillion dollar industry. Annoying or not, she did it. But I don't envy her, not for a New York second.