Thank you for the bullshit you have given little children. Thank you for giving them hope and them waking up the next day to disappointment. I was once that little girl, that wrote to you every December hoping,just hoping that you will reply. All I wanted was a bag full of magic. Magic to wake my mom up from the ground. Is that too much to ask for? That was all a little girl like me wanted ,waking up on Christmas day, smelling freshly baked cookies and her embracing me with her hugs and kisses. For that Santa, I have grown up into a sad, depressed teen. I have lost my "sparkle" that I once had. Santa, this Christmas all I want is to see her, I don't have to keep her, only for the day, you can take her back to Jesus when the clock strikes 12.
P.S I have never stop believing in you, but I have lost hope... please prove me wrong.