This week Michael ask us to write a letter to Santa.
His example is as follows:
I know I wasn’t ‘good’ this year, but I didn’t hit anyone as much as I wanted to, so surely that means something.
I like to think I’ve been good, but it’s been hard. I was disappointed I couldn’t have a birthday party this year, but Dad said things would be back to normal by Christmas.
It’s not though, is it Santa, and there are a lot of kids like me who are scared that you will not be able to deliver the toys and presents because of travel restrictions. Worse, what if you get sick Santa? Mom said she read that you were the first to get the vaccine, so it would be OK. Did you? Did it hurt? Are you OK?
We’ve put our tree up and made decorations. Mom and Dad helped us, saying it would be more special because we made stuff. The house looks pretty, and does have a different feel about it. At least we have a tree. Tommy’s Daddy lost his job and his Mom cries a lot. Can you make sure he and his two brothers and baby sister get some presents please? If there are some on your sleigh for me, I wouldn’t mind if you gave them those. I have lots of toys already. Maybe I should wrap some of my older ones up for you to take away and give to some kids who might not get any.
I don’t understand why we can’t go out and play so much, or go and see Grandpa and Grandma. Not going to school was great to start with, but I missed my friends, even Miss Smart, my teacher.
Now we will not be able to have anyone visit either, and Christmas Day will just be me, Susie (she’s 5, but then you know that), Mom and Dad. We’ll be OK though, as Mom had been buying little things ahead of time. I found them in the cupboard when I was looking for some crisps, but didn’t say anything.
It’s not long now Santa. Susie and I are trying to be good. She’s very excited, and counting the sleeps. Mom looks tired all the time but she’s been busy baking cakes and tarts for other families in our road.
Christmas will be different for a lot of people Santa. I hope you can bring your magic to everyone as usual though.
Be careful in the night sky and drive safe. I’ll leave carrots for the reindeer, and one of Mom’s special pies for you on Christmas Eve.
Samantha, aged 9.