Letters to Santa
Dear Santa,
I’m writing to you because of my sister Laurie. She lost an important thing. I overheard her talking to a friend recently about something called virginity. I have no idea what that means, but it meant the world to her. She didn’t want to lose it but now it’s gone, and she blames her boyfriend Peter for it. It’s not nice to steal things from people just like that. He hurt her, and he could use a lesson or two. I’ll trade every present you have over there waiting for me for that. Do we have a deal?
Love,
Timmy
Dear Santa,
It’s me again. I’m sorry to bother you, but I have yet to hear from you and I’m really worried about my sister. She’s been crying a lot lately; doesn’t get enough sleep and she keeps talking to herself about shame and disappointment. I saw a strange bottle of pills next to her nightstand just now and I’m afraid of what she might be thinking to do with them. I don’t want to see her sad, but I don’t know what to do. I have no one else to turn to and I know you can make wishes come true. Christmas is still a few days away and you’re probably busy, but please help us!
Love,
Timmy
Dear Santa,
I just saw the news and so did my sister. Thank you. I’m a bit confused as to why you broke through Peter’s window instead of going down his chimney but I’m sure you’ve had your reasons. Also, don’t you think you overdid it with all the blood? I think it was a bit too much but at least my sister is smiling again. I really can’t thank you enough. You are wonderful. I want to be just like you when I grow up. Merry Christmas!
Love,
Timmy
