Article contentWhat I would ask, though, Santa, is that you supply me with enough independence of thought — and a preponderance of foresight — to make sure I don’t destroy whatever headway has been made in re-jigging that 1969 gift to Quebec from Newfoundland, the gift that keeps on giving.Article contentWe were screwed, Santa, (pardon my un-Christmas-like language), and I’d ask that you give me the gonads to make sure we get unscrewed, and that I and my successors not wait until 2041 to make that happen.Article contentThe unlikely premier,Article contentTony the TigerArticle content Former Newfoundland and Labrador premier Danny Williams. Telegram file photo Photo by Joseph Gibbons /Joseph GibbonsArticle contentWilliams weighing inArticle contentDear Santa,Article contentI feel a bit guilty joining others, Santa, in search of gifts. After all, I have everything a human being could possibly desire.Article contentAlthough I wish you could do your part to shut those motor-mouthed critics of mind, totally lacking in vision, who insist on continually describing my legacy gift of Muskrat Falls as a white elephant, a financial horror show, a revenge bullet aimed at Quebec.Article contentArticle contentI am Daniel the Infallible, after all, Santa, and can do no wrong.Article contentNow, Santa, I must confess that of late I’ve broken a promise I made years ago to resist saying anything negative about administrations that would succeed my own exalted time in office.Article contentAnd, like Tony the Tiger, I’ve taken to rattling off a morning poem to remind me of my commitment to leave present-day premiers alone.Article contentI swore to button my lip, it would only be fair,Article contentTo not comment on those who sit in the premier’s chair,Article contentBut this MOU had me seeing nothing but red,Article contentAs does anything to do with joining Quebec in its bed.Article contentI could tell the world, Santa, that I will keep my trap shut on Upper Churchill matters from now on.Article contentBut who am I kidding, Santa?Article contentI do believe I came out of the womb talking a blue streak.Article contentWhy stop now?Article contentYours in verbosity,Article contentDanny BoyArticle content John HoganArticle contentHogan’s holidaysArticle contentDear Santa,Article contentThanks for making sure my portrait appears prominently, and in perpetuity, up at Confederation Building, along with those of other premiers, even though you could have blinked and missed my term of office.Article contentArticle contentBut, then again, other premiers with an embarrassingly brief tenure (Tom Rideout, he of the unfortunately prescient leadership campaign slogan of “Ride In, Ride Out” comes to mind) can be found hanging on a wall in that building on the high and windy hill.Article contentSo why shouldn’t I be rewarded with a place of posterity for my several months of governance? I made my mark, whatever that was.Article contentBut any advice for me, a loser, and where I should go from here, Santa, would be greatly appreciated.Article contentYears in the thankless job of Opposition Leader doesn’t have much of an appeal, Santa, other than a hefty salary.Article contentAnd while I have your attention, Santa, do you, by chance, have any idea why my one-time boss, Andrew Furey, abruptly left the political scene and returned to the operating room?
BOB WAKEHAM: A look at what NL politicians have likely included in their Santa letters
