Last night, Faedon dictated his letter to Santa for me to write. Of course, he insisted I wrote word for word everything he said - which judging from the number of times he asks Santa how he is doing, it would seem he has some concerns about Santa's health and ability to deliver the loot. Hilarious. Anyway, here it is....
Dear Santa,
I love you Santa. How are your reindeers doing? How are you doing? Santa Claus, Christmas is 5 days away. Is your sled clean? Do you have flashlights? How are you doing? Are you bringing presents on Christmas? Do you know how to make anything?
Santa, I've been a good boy. I want a pillow. And a stuffie. My dad wants a dust mask for working on his lathe. And I want a toy soldier. Kellyn wants a sugar plum fairy. Are you making the presents right?
Is your sled packed up with presents? Do you like the North Pole? I want Lego guys who can hold things with their hands like I have at school. Are you doing OK? Goodbye Santa.
Love,
Faedon
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