Dec 25, 2011 5 min read

Merry Christmas! For those of you so desperately hoping for a White Christmas, sorry ’bout that. At least it’s chilly.

Christmas, of course, is a time of hopes, dreams and wishes, especially for the youngsters in the world. We tend to forget the rich, famous, notorious and talented were little folks at one time, and I managed to find a site on the internet with archived letters to Santa Claus.

So, with your patience and approval, let’s all take a look back when lives were simpler.

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Dear Santa,

I would like a variety of Vidal Sassoon hair care products. Hey, a quarterback has to look good back in the pocket, especially with my impeccably clean uniform. (My coach screams a lot if any defender comes near me, so the referee won’t let anyone knock me down.)

Also, I would like a bigger trophy case to display all my awards, as well as photos of me and all the cute girls in school. Oh, yeah, I would like some picture frames, too.

I’m sure you’ll be watching me, all the fans do!

Tommy Brady

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Dear Santa Claus,

You’re going think my list is unusual, but:

Would you please bring my mom some detergent and stain remover? My football uniform gets so dirty, sometimes she needs to scrub it by hand with a brush. Also, some candy. No, not for me. It’s for my offensive linemen. Maybe they’ll block better for some peanut butter cups. I would also like some ice packs and hot water bottles. Kinda goes along with my request for the candy.

I so appreciate anything you place under the tree. You’re the best!

Ben Roethlisberger

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Santa,

How are you?

Me? Just loving life and all it brings.

I would like a couple new pairs of football pants with knee pads. Mine keep wearing out.

Thank you so much for all you do!

Timmy Tebow

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Yo, jolly ole Saint Nick,

It’s me, Serena.

Last year you confused me with my sister Venus, so just wanted to make sure you know it’s me.

I would like a nice sewing machine. I know, I know, the tennis thing. I like tennis and all, but I think Dad wants it more.

I feel calm when I’m designing, and no one yells at me. And, I don’t yell at anyone, either. I am a bit edgy on the court, sometimes.

You and the Mrs. have a good one!

Serena Williams

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Cher Pere Noel,

Bonjour!

I must practice my English when I make it to the NHL, so I continue in English. Please bring me goalie pads. My friends make me play goalie all the time, and the cardboard and rags my parents made pads from doesn’t give much protection and makes it hard to control rebounds.

Merci bien!

Marc-Andre Fleury

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Dear Santa,

Eldrick here. (Mom doesn’t like it when I sign my name Tiger.)

I imagine you know Phil Knight, so would you please ask him to make me a set of golf clubs. I know I will be famous someday, so his clubs will make both of us a lot of money! Golf balls, shirts and shoes would be nice, too!

Thank you!

Eldrick “Tiger” Woods

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Dearest Kris Kringle,

Kan we talk for a minute?

(I thought it would be kute if I replaced the “c” with “k” because my name starts with K. Neat, isn’t it?)

I think I can help you. I am willing to offer you an exclusive contract for clothes, perfumes and accessories I plan on designing. We can talk price. Just call my Dad. I’m sure you know the number!

Talk to ya,

Kim Kardashian

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Dear Santa Claus,

Andrew McCutchen down here in Florida.

I love baseball. I love baseball so much I’d play anywhere, even in the cold Northeast.

Will you please bring me a new glove, some aluminum bats, a few practice baseballs and new cleats. (I run so fast I wear out my shoes. All my parents do is sigh everytime I blow out a sole.)

Be cool!

Cutch

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Dear Santa,

Hey, buddy, how you doing?

I guess you already know my dad is a big league baseball player, so I get a lot of free baseball stuff already.

I could use some new caps, though. For some reason, I have problems getting hats to fit, like my head is growing too fast or something.

Thanks,

Barry Bonds

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Dear Santa,

Please bring me the gift that always fits and never goes out of style — cold, hard cash.

A handful of $20s should do the trick. I had a $50 one time and the clerk looked at me as though I manufactured it in my room.

While I have your attention, any idea why two dour soldier-presidents are on the bills. Andrew Jackson looks mean and U.S. Grant seems lost.

Thanks so much!

Sally Brown

(P.S. Please bring my big brother Charlie a new mitt. It’s all worn out. No, not from catching baseballs, but from hitting the ground everytime a batter cracks a line drive back through the pitcher’s mound.)

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There were so many others, but I’m afraid some of you might have a sugar fit if you’re sitting down with the Sunday paper and a cup of coffee, plus a sweet Christmas treat (or two), and you keep noshing throughout.

Have a Merry Christmas! Enjoy the (snowless) day!