Learning to Write Neater

I used to think that Santa was dyslexic. I didn't have that kind of vocabulary, but basically, I thought he couldn't read properly. I remember two Christmases where I definitely didn't get what I wanted. One Christmas, I asked for a drumset, and got a woodworking bench. Another Christmas, I asked for some sort of flying superhero and got the "driving" superhero.

Somehow, my mom turned these mistakes around, and suggested I learn how to write better -- apparently, it was probably my "poor writing" that caused all the problems. And so I learned how to write much neater for the subsequent Santa letter. Unfortunately, although my mom got it right that year, I messed it up by finding my present "hidden" at the top of the storage closet.