This is Kayne. I'm only three but I am smart. I just wanted you to know I sense it when my mommy, daddy, Nana, GG, Memaw and Pa are a bit stressed over taxes and the cost of things. They want the best for me. And all of them love me very much. But I can tell when things are tough. For my sake they try their best to hide it.
You see, Mr. Obama, I don't understand why the government believes they can keep taking from my family and expect them to take care of me? Isn't it called stealing when you take things that are not yours? Even excessive taxes (big words I know for a little kid)?
I do plan on going to college one day but your rules are just too hard. The more you take from the people who love me, the less they have to buy me good clothes, Toy Story shoes, CARS and Thomas the train toys. Oh, the less they have to save for my college tuition.
Just why do you hate people with money? They give my mommy, daddy, Nana, GG, Memaw and Pa jobs. They mean well. And they don't steal from them like the Government does.
And what about Santa??
And I believe in Santa. But even Santa will have a hard time making ends meet if you keep on pushing higher taxes!
Mr. President, have you counted the number of elves Santa hires each year? There are more elves than people who don't have healthcare. He is in that group of "rich" people that you keep railing against. He has to be rich to buy all those goods and services to make toys. He has earned his money. You didn't. Leave Santa alone! Right now. I'm counting on him to come see me Christmas Eve. And you are making it very, very difficult!
Even Rudolph, who has a bad back from all those years of carrying the toy bag all over the place, is sad. He likes the cookies I leave out for him. And he gets very excited when he parks on my roof. He knows I'm getting something good.
So, what is wrong with you, Mr. President? I bet you'll be the first in line at Macy's begging Santa to bring your kids presents.
And another thing, I love McDonald's Chicken Nuggets. Tell Ms. Obama to leave my fries alone. I won't eat her apple slices because I don't like them. I want to be able to eat what I like. Memaw keeps saying that as long as I am eating, I am getting nutrients.
And I heard Memaw tell the girl at McDonald's the other day she wasn't going to abide by Michelle Obama's rules and to give her sugarbear some fries in his Happy Meal. Mark one up for Memaw.
And you can also come tell Mr. Jimmy Love down here in North Carolina to leave my chocolate milk alone. Every night after bathtime, Memaw makes me the best chocolate milk. And I drink it. So if I am drinking milk, it doesn't matter what color it is - IT'S MILK!
Your Secretary of State says "It takes a village to raise a child." No, Mr. President. My mommy, daddy, Nana, GG, Memaw and Pa is all it takes. They love me. They have been there since day one loving me and taking care of my every need. And I must admit this too - my every want.
The rest of the neighborhood could care less about me. They are trying their best just to survive too. So leave us alone. Stop taking money from my family. Stop telling me what I can and cannot eat.
And leave Santa alone!!