Dear Sarah and Samantha
Dear Sarah and Samantha,
It’s been a while I know * since I happened by your house in the Christmas snow.
I used to drop off presents on wintry Christmas Eve, * scoff a sherry and mince pie then
hurriedly we’d leave. * We wouldn’t want to get espied by chigglers such as you * and any
way the night was long with lots of work to do. * How I miss those mince pies from you guys
and gals, * and carrots for Old Rudolph and all his reindeer pals.
But children do get older and sometimes even doubt * Santa Claus’ existence. “There’s no
such thing” they’ll shout; * and in truth I do confess to you assistance I enlist * from miles
and miles of mums and dads to purchase all your gifts. *
But all I wished to say to you now that you are grown * is I’d be glad to help you when
you’ve chigglers of your own.
Feel free to write on their behalf, Sarah and Samantha. * I’m always here to give my help.
Merry Christmas,
Santa.
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