Dear Santa, or imaginary figment that creates childhood dreams.
I know that you're not real but if you were, I’d still convince you to come to my house. I’ve been neither good or bad, I mean I’ve been annoying my brothers for most of the time… AND I’ve been helping my parents with chores… Okay FINE. To my point of view I’ve been a bit bad… But if I could change it I'd do my best to change it. By the way I’d like a frog bag and an oversized jacket.
PS- Where do all the childrens letters go if you don’t exist?
Yours Truly,
Rocio
