Dear Santa

I can’t believe I just did this, but I did. And it’s fantastic.

I received a request from Michelle to write a letter to Santa, from the perspective of myself as a child. So that’s what I did.

I wrote the letter by hand because that’s how kids write to Santa, especially kids from the 90s. I decided not to write like a child because it would be too hard to read and what if my handwriting never went back to normal?

Also, I decided to give myself a full vocabulary at the age of 7. Deal with it. I’m gifted. That being said, I kept referring to Santa as Santana, just because.

The full transcript is below the photo, followed by some final words and a challenge for all of you.

Dear Santana,

My name is PauL. I am 7 years old. I am from Canada. I am short but my Doctor says I’m growing. I live in a house next to other houses. 

I just realized I did not indent the first paragraph. My teacher is going to be mad. Give her coal. 

For Christmas I want more Thomas the Tank Engine toys. Just like last year. I also want Lego. I want the Lego that comes in the big bucket from Toys R Us.

Lego my Eggo Santana.

And then I want board games like Sorry! and Monopoly and Trouble and Mouse Trap and Jenga. Make sure these gifts are clearly labelled for me so if my sister runs off with the board I can say it’s mine and she has to give it back.

I want hockey cards. I want Pogs. I want the Fisher Price BBQ set from Toys R Us. Did you know the BBQ makes a sizzle when you press the button?

I want mini sticks with a net and a ball. I do not want hockey skates because I just got a new pair and my feet won’t grow again until May my Mommy said.

I also want mint chocolate in my stocking. Don’t tell my parents. Thank you Santana.

PauL

P.S. I have been a good boy this year. 

Honestly, that was a lot of fun to do and if you’re reading this, I want you to do it too! Write a letter to Santa. Post it on your blog. Feel like a kid again, who has nothing to worry about except their siblings stealing their toys from them.

Don’t let me down. Don’t let Santana down, either. He sees you when you’re sleeping, you know.

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