
Dear Santa's WorkshopDear Santa’s workshop,
Please may I speak to the man in charge, the big guy in the red suit.
You see, Santa, my Guardian died this morning and I couldn’t help but think how weird life is, how it just ends and that’s it. They’re gone and there’s just this empty space left that can’t ever be re-filled. By anyone. Personally, I’ve never been afraid of death. I see it that it’s like being asleep. You’re not really conscious of the fact until you wake up; only, you don’t wake up so you’re never conscious of the fact you’re dead. You’re mind just shuts down and you don&

A Letter To SantaDear Santa,
It’s been a long time since I believed you exist in the flesh - bright red suit, fluffy beard and twinkling eyes - but I’ve always believed that you exist in the hearts and souls of the people who would rather give than receive. I believe that you exist for children who have not learned that the world can be cruel and harsh and unforgiving. I believe that you exist for the people who need you to.
You see, I don’t see you just as the giver of toys and presents. I think of you as being everybody’s favourite grandad. You have time for every one of your billions of grandchildren, time for them to sit on your

Rise of the YetiDear Yeti,:thumb342025531:
I, personally, thought the blue robots and red Easter eggs looked fabulous.
With Condolences, Luci.

Letter to SantaDear Santa,
This year, I've been trying my hardest to remain good even in the face of personality clashes. I do all my homework and in essence "pay my dues". What I seriously want for Christmas isn't exactly a material gift. What I want is to take a trip back out west to visit my girlfriend Heather over the course of the January I am off from school. Whether for a mere 2 day weekend or a bountiful 2 week getaway, this is what I want. The physical part I imagine would be a ticket for whatever service can cross the 500 mile span that separates us. Please help me spend the holidays with my priceless beloved.
Thanks,
The Golden Knight
Jay

Dear SantaDear Santa
Hey big guy. It's me.
Now I know I haven't believed in you ever but I have a request for you. Every year kids write you lists and lists of things they want for Christmas. I just want two things. They aren't for me. See, I would make them myself but I know you have much better equipment and skill so here it goes.
I would like two music boxes. One that has Chris Stewarts laugh when you open it and the other that has Deanna Rivers laugh. You see, I don't know if you get cable up there in the north pole but this past weekend, there was this really bad car crash. A drunk driver hit a car and caused it to flip over several times. The
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