Dear Santa,
Like the past few years, today also I woke up to find out that you didn't drop me any gifts in my hanged stockings. And as usual, that left me with a bunch of questions.

Why didn't I get my presents? Did you forget to deliver to it? Well, that's very unlikely because you're such a punctual old guy, I know. So did your sleigh broke down and you had to go back? But wait, you are 'the' Santa Claus, you can do magic, so that can't be the case. Then did your reindeers fall sick and you couldn't fly to us and deliver the presents to the millions of kids like me who might be grieving their unreceived gifts right now? But ain't those reindeers a healthy, hardworking bunch of animals? How can they fall sick? So that leaves me with the last two options. Either you are not actually real or I've not been a good kid this year. But I tend to believe the latter one.

Like every other year, I promised this year too that I'll be a good girl so that for once, I can receive your precious gifts. But no, neither can I ever keep my promise nor I behave as a good little kid. Tell me dear Santa, why does that happen? Why can't I change myself? Why can't I control my anger and stop shouting at others for no reason? Why can't I just study seriously and get some good marks? Why can't I stop disappointing people around me? Why, Santa?

Anyway, I'll keep on waiting for your presents to arrive at my house on every Christmas Eve and I'll keep on being disappointed every time that doesn't happen.

PS. If you ever think of giving me a present, I like puppies!

From,
A 15 year old girl who still dwells in fantasy.