Dear My Santa Claus,
I wish that I can wish something from you right now, but I have everything I have ever wished for. When this year started I hope for a better life than the year before that, and I apparently received it. Now you see, you are ruined to me by many people when they said that you are not real and that you are never going to be real. I almost cried when they told me that, but I did not because I kind of knew that it would impossible for you to travel the whole globe within just a couple of hours. The Christmas after that I did not received any present from you.
I was a bit younger than I am right now when I stopped believing that you exist, because my presents stopped coming and people told me that you never existed. So I asked myself: if you were not real then, who brought all those presents for me in the many Christmas that I was well aware of? As I journeyed to finding the answer to my question, I found out that you are the same person who gives me present all throughout the year; on my birthday or any day that I would ask for things. To cut it short it turns out that My Santa Claus are my parents.
So this is a letter where I thank my parents. I just want to thank my parents for every present that I have been given. Thank you, my dear parents, for giving the chance to believe in Santa Claus even if it was cut awfully short by people. I want you to know that I appreciate everything that you have ever given me and everything you have done for me. I would never be where I am today, if it wasn’t for your best efforts.
So I guess that it is a short thank you letter for you My Santa Claus, and I very well hope that you can read it someday.
Love,
Niña Liza
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