Dear Santa

Here's another fun short story on the Christmas theme. Enjoy!

Dear Santa,

Hi, how’s it going? I hope the North Pole is not too cold. My mom says it’s colder than the frozen pizza she tries to pass off as homemade. But don’t worry, I still love her pizza. I love her a lot too, even if she can’t fix the remote control.

So, Santa, I’m writing to you because I heard you’re the man with the plan when it comes to wishes. I’ve been pretty good this year, or at least that’s what my grandma says. She gives me extra cookies when Mom’s not looking, so she must think I’m doing something right.

Anyway, Santa, here’s the deal. I really, really want a puppy. I know, I know, everyone asks for puppies, but hear me out. This is not just any puppy. I want a magical puppy. One that can do tricks like turning my socks into ice cream or making my math homework disappear.

You see, Santa, things have been a bit tough lately. My parents aren’t together anymore, and they say it’s something called a “divorce.” I’m not sure what that is, but it sounds like a weird word. Maybe it’s a grown-up secret. Anyway, it means I have two homes now – one with Mom and one with Dad.

Mom says she’s Santa’s financial advisor, but I think that’s just a fancy way of saying she worries about money a lot. Dad works at a place with a lot of suits, but he still forgets where he put his keys. Maybe you can bring him a key-finding gadget for Christmas.

Back to the puppy. I think a magical puppy could fix a lot of things. It could bark away the sad feelings, and maybe, just maybe, it could convince Mom and Dad to stop giving each other the cold shoulder during drop-offs. That’s a lot to ask from a little pup, but hey, you’re Santa. You got connections, right?

Now, I know you might be thinking, “But kid, taking care of a puppy is a big responsibility.” Don’t worry, Santa, I’ve thought this through. I’ll even scoop the magical poop. That’s commitment, right?

I’ve already named my future magical puppy. Drumroll, please... Sparkle Paws! Cool name, huh? I’m thinking Sparkle Paws could wear a tiny Santa hat and sprinkle glitter whenever things get a bit gloomy. Mom might not like the glitter part, but I’ll tell her it’s a new fashion trend.

Santa, I’m counting on you. You’ve never let me down before. Well, except for that year with the fruitcake, but let’s not talk about that.

Oh, before I forget, Mom says she wants a robot that does laundry. I know, that’s not very magical, but if you have any robot buddies up there, could you send one down for her? Maybe it can help her relax a bit. She deserves it.

I’ll leave some cookies out for you on Christmas Eve. Maybe you could take a break from delivering presents and share a laugh with Sparkle Paws. He’ll be the one with the glowing nose. Just kidding, that’s Rudolph’s thing. But wouldn’t it be cool if my magical puppy had a glowing nose?

Thanks, Santa. You’re the best!

Sincerely, Tommy

P.S. If you see the Tooth Fairy, tell her I’m still waiting for that bicycle she owes me. And if the Easter Bunny is around, ask him why he hides eggs instead of chocolate. It’s a mystery.