Dear Santa Claws,

My name is Butter, a/k/a Wonder Butter, Bad Butter, Buddy and some names my mom says I can't mention in public. I have already gotten a new house for Christmas. I think the only thing I lack is a door that I can open and come inside and outside when I want to. Other than that, I am very content and happy. And I have been a good boy, Santa. I know it has been a rough couple of years, but I am changed. Even my mother says I am doing much better now. I haven't bitten anyone, or scratched them, in a long, long time (oops.....my mother is reading over my shoulder and she says, "more like 2 weeks"). Santa, I love eggs, cheese and milk, and also anything my sister, Helen, is eating. Do you think you could send some more dairy products? And please talk my mother into sharing them with me? If you told her, I'm sure she would do it. Have a nice Christmas, Santa. I'll be watching for you to come down the chimney and I'll try not to drink the milk that the little girl leaves out for you, but I can't make any promises.

Love,
Butter