Dear Parent,
Santa here. I know this season has been hard. Your 8-year-old child looked at you baldfaced and said I wasn’t real. How can this be? Are the innocence and magic already gone? It seems like just yesterday they were so easily convinced that crumbs on the plate were irrefutable evidence that I’d been there. And they have no respect for how hard I work to make my handwriting look just like yours!

