Dear Santa, Are you on your way to New York?

Dear Santa,

Here's what I want for Christmas. Now I know you're only Santa, and not God, but I'll tell you anyway: 

 

My sister would come down from heaven and she, her husband, my brother and his wife and of course I, would get together, and we'd probably be in my sister's kitchen. It really wouldn’t matter where we were, as long as we were all together, but knowing my sister, we'd be in her kitchen. She would be baking her famous cheesecake and we’d all watch and learn how to do it so that when she left to return to heaven, we could make it, in memory of her and share it with the world, the way she wanted to.

 

And the day would not be 24 hours long but would go on and on – and we’d laugh, and eat, and love one another, and tell funny stories from our lives and remember those who are in heaven.

A never-ending day filled with laughter, love, humor and cheesecake. 

Before she left we visited many restaurants and bakeries on the east side and brought samples, with the intention that the restaurant owners, the store keepers, and their taste buds would loudly declare, "This is amazing, so delicious, my clients will love it. Here's my order....

But New Yorkers have more cheesecake and diversity of cheesecake than their tummies have room for. And so...though they all asked for seconds!! while a smile crossed their face and their eyes lit up, no orders were placed. To drown our tears of disappointment, we went home, put up the kettle and called the family over to have a luxurious, creamy PIECE OF CHEESECAKE.