Dear Saint Nick,

Or do you prefer Santa? Either is fine with me, really I don't mind either of them. How's the North Pole? Cold I bet. How's Mrs. Claus? Your marriage still going strong? I hope so! How are you doing? Good I hope, maybe get one or two cookies extra since it's the holidays. Do you remember that cafe I've been working at for the last two years? Well, the owner- this really nice old lady who can't get enough of my peanut butter cookies, Mrs. Marsh -she's decided to put me in charge of the store this month! I'm excited and truly touched, she trusts me enough to look over the shop for a WHOLE month and not run away with the cash register. To be fair, I have been a loyal worker, so I shouldn't get ahead of myself. Mrs. Marsh is going to New York to spend the holidays with her new grand baby- he's adorable, she showed me a picture. I wish I could have you taste my cookies, you're like a cookie extraordinaire! You'd tell me the truth, right? Like if they were truly good, or people were just fluffing my feathers. I bet you would tell me the truth. I've been meaning to ask, do you have multiple suits? Are they all red? Or do you have a rainbow of a closet? Oh, a rather serious question here, are all your clothes red? Or is it just our stereotype of you? Do you ride a sleigh pulled by eight reindeer or do you have a giant shuttle like in the movie 'Arthur Christmas'?... This is out of the blue and I know I haven't asked for something since I was seven, but I was wondering if I could ask for one more thing. Do you think you could magic up a friend for me? I know I'm seventeen and should be able to make friends like any normal teenager- but then again. Writing letters to Santa isn't a normal occurrence for a seventeen year old, so.. I get a pass, right? I don't expect something right away- or anything at all really, some random person in a mail room could decide they want to read this since they believe you don't exist. I believe. Or, really, I like to believe, I believe. But that's what I'm asking for. A friend. They can be weird or slightly crazy, I'll be happy with pretty much anything! My mom told me that's why she tells me she loves me so often, so she doesn't have to do more than speak a few measly words. I hate hearing her say it now. Same with dad. It's the same with him too. I want to stuff in ear plugs whenever I'm around them. I just keep thinking 'Just wait until December 24th, you'll be 18 and can run so fast Sonic and the Flash will think you're racing them.' I've been reminding myself of it a lot more recently. I don't want to end this letter on a sour note but I have to get to work and I've still got to put the wax on and stamp it- do you like it when I put the wax on? I like it, I think it adds a little pizzazz! But in all truth, jokes aside, if you can't get me a friend that's fine. I've got you. You don't reply, but I have a feeling you read these, so that's gotta count for something. I'll write again when it's closer to Christmas- your big night! Good luck preparing, I wish you all the best!!

Your Greatest Pal, Love,

Yuri Lawson

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