Dear Santa,
Many years ago when I first started school some of the kids told me there was no Santa Claus. But when I woke up every Christmas morning I would always find a doll or a book at the foot of my bed, and I would wonder if any of those kids knew what they were talking about.
Leading up to Christmas one year I remember listening to a voice on our old wireless set – it was a man reading “The Letter To Virginia”. It was a lovely letter because they were reassuring Virginia that there really was a Santa Claus, I guessed then that I was not the only child that was told you did not exist.
I was born on May 24th 1924, and I find as I have done for a number of years that I don’t need to ask you for anything in particular. Having said that I wonder if in your travels you could ask if anybody has some 8 ply wool they could let me have. These days I spend a lot of time crocheting rugs and I donate them all to the Cancer Council. Recently they presented me with a framed letter of appreciation. That was very nice Santa, don’t you agree? I was so surprised I cried.
So Santa any amount of 8 ply yarn would be greatly appreciated. With that I will let you get back to work as this is no doubt a busy time for you. I wish you safe and happy travelling during you Christmas journey and please make sure Rudolph keeps you high above the clouds wherever possible because there are a lot crazy people round the world these days!