Dear Santa...

‘Maybe you should consider writing about how you have always wanted that coloring book with all the cartoons from Frozen’

‘That’s a good idea.’ She chirped excitedly.

‘But make sure you don’t crumple the letter while you insert it into that red sock. You don’t want Santa to open up a crumpled letter right?’

‘No no. I will also make little pink hearts around the borders. I want Santa to know I love him.’ She said, big eyes and tiny lips, the personification of cuteness, with some strange concern on her face.

‘Sweetie, he knows you love him. Don’t be so worried about it.’

‘No no mommy. All my friends, have made lists for Santa. It is not fair to him.’

‘Why do you think so dear?’

‘Because I think Santa should also get a gift. It is not fair we all make lists and not give him anything right?’

‘So what do you want to gift him?’

‘I don’t know’ she said with deep concern now. Her six year old mind was trying to think of something, anything, which would make up for the Frozen coloring book. But really, what did she have which was worth a big coloring book?

Nothing.

This worried her immensely now. How could she be so cruel? How could she ask Santa the book when all she had to give to him was a note with little pink hearts on the borders. Santa would have dozens of such little notes from so many children. What could she do to make hers a little special? What did he need?

‘Do you think he needs an extra pair of snow boots?’

‘No dear I think he is a big man, used to travelling in the cold. His current boots would be just okay’ her mother said.

‘I need to go get some work done dear, why don’t you prepare your pretty letter and let me know if you need any help. I’ll be in the study room’

‘Okay mommy.’

She was getting a bit restless now. What on earth could she gift him? The possibilities were endless, and yet there wasn’t a single thing she thought would make him happy. Her pencil set would be useless to him. He didn’t write letters, he just read them. The cookies mommy made may be a good gift, but she had heard something about not giving sweet things to fat people as they made them more fat. She had heard her mother’s friends talking about something like that. She didn’t want to make Santa more fat.

Mommy always told her being a good girl was all Santa needed. But really, mommy didn’t know anything. How would her being a good girl make Santa happy? He wasn’t even around to check. It seemed weird to gift him that.

She could try writing something more than a letter for him. A poem maybe. Not all children wrote poems in her class. They would be too lazy to even read poems sometimes. Maybe that would be unique. So she began her tiny scrawl in her note book.

She sat by the tiny cushiony table near the window and looked outside it. Inspiration was right there.

Christmas is white, snow is cold

The roads are freezing, Santa you are bold

She pondered what to write next. She looked at the tree and sparkly baubles which decorated it now. It reminded her of last year.

You always bring gifts

You always give joy

I remember how last year

You gave me my favorite toy

What more could she write? What would make Santa happy? Maybe telling him she wants to meet him?

‘Merry Christmas’ I want to greet

But oh dear, we never meet

Santa, I love you dearly

And I hope you know that by now, clearly

And you are my favorite person

And I wish we get to meet

Although I know that till now

You have only seen me asleep.

That sounded neat. She tore off the page carefully from the edge and placed it aside. Drawing little tiny pink hearts on the next page, she started writing her letter.

Dear Santa,

I hope you liked my poem for you. I just wanted to gift you something this Christmas. I know a poem is not a big gift. But I am not sure what you want. Can you make a list and give it to us next year. I will make mommy buy those gifts four you. She will listen two me. I know she will. If she does not, we will try something else. But I did not have yor list this time. So I made this poem. Yes, it is yor gift. Did you like it?

I want some things for Christmas. Mommy suggested a coloring book. I think I wood like it. I like the movie Frozen. Can you give me a coloring book with Frozen people on it. I will color it every day till every page is colored. I may need more blue crayons too. And grey and black and white ones also.

I know I need to be a good girl to get all this. But I have to tell you something. I tried to be a good girl as I promised everyone. But I could not do it once. It was Justin’s fault. Below is the story. You can skip it if you don’t want to forgive me.

I was at school and he tried to pull my pony tail. I told him to stop but he did not stop pulling. I hit him a little and he fell down. I promise that I hit him only a little and not more than a little. But he is smaller than me. So he fell down. He was crying. He told my teacher that I made him cry. The teacher called my mommy and his mommy and they talked about me and Justin. Justin has never talked to me after I hit him. I think I scared him. I told him am sorry I hit him. I didn’t know how to stop him from pulling my pony tail. But I have heard he still pulls pony tails of other people. All my friends ask me how to stop him. But I don’t tell them. I don’t know what to do Santa. My mother told he doesn’t have common sense. I don’t know what that is. Can you give Justin some common sense. Maybe if you give him he will stop.

That’s what I did wrong Santa.

I hope I still get my coloring book.

I want to meet you soon. You can wake me up when you come this time. I can talk. We can be friends. I mean we are friends. But you should talk more to friends. So we should talk and be friends. It would be better than not talking and being friends.

Thank you for the coloring book.

Bye bye.

Love,

Kate.

 ‘Mommy I finished the letter’

‘Are you sure you wrote everything you wanted to dear?’

‘Hmm’

‘What happened sweetie?’

‘I forgot to tell him something but I will tell him when he wakes me up after he comes’

‘Oh, but sweetie, what if he is too busy and cannot stay longer? You have to write whatever you need in the letter’

‘Okay mommy. But I really hope he has some more time and wakes me up this time. I want to talk to him, really’

‘What do you want to talk about?’

‘Mommy its between me and him’

‘What is it dear? You cant tell me?’

‘No I cant mommy.’

‘Okay, well, go ahead and write it.’

‘But I already finished my letter’

‘You could add something more, you can write a P and an S and then write some more.’

‘Okay ’ Kate hopped with new found cheer and went back to her little self-made writer’s space and started writing again.

PS

Dear Santa, I want to tell you something else. Maybe you can help. You are smart and you give everyone everything they want. I think daddy doesn’t love mommy anymore. He told her he needs to be away on Christmas at our other house. He doesn’t know how much awesome mommy is. Maybe he likes to stay in that other house more. Can you ask him to come to this house for Chirstmas? I want to see him. Mommy is not smiling much after he went away. I want her to smile. It makes me happy. If you can bring him it would be great. But she told me you are busy and you may not have time. If you don’t have time, don’t get me the coloring book. But getting daddy is important. Can you do it? I know you will. I love you Santa. What would I do without you?

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Hope you enjoyed the story :) 
Wish you a happy 2016 J