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Dear Santa,

Everybody says you’re not real, but I know you’re real. I’ve been extra, extra good this year, and I can’t wait for Christmas.

I don’t have anything fun to play with here. Back home I had all kinds of great toys, but I don’t have anything fun here. I’m bored.

I want some knives just like the ones we had in the kitchen back home. They were really nice and shiny and sharp. I had so much fun playing with my mom and dad and sister. That was a really fun day. But now I’m here, and I don’t get to play with anything fun anymore.

There’s no chimney here, but I know you can get in anyway to give me my presents. I’ll even take my pill and go to sleep, because I know you don’t like people to see you. I’ll even hide the dessert from my dinner tray and save it for you. Thank you, Santa.

Love,
Billy Watson, age 9

P.S. If you can’t bring me the knives like I want, can you bring me a puppy? I know I’d have lots of fun playing with a puppy.