I'm pretty sure I haven't written a letter to you since I was about five.

I figured out the myth pretty fast you see, because I was too smart for my own good. Daddy tried, and mama let him, but she knew I was too smart for all that stuff.

I miss them.

And I know you're not real, but I'll ask anyway.

I want to see my family for Christmas please.

Either send me home or bring them here, just let me hug my daddy, and tell my mama I love her, and pet my Archie again. If there's a map for reconstructing the cylinder that would be nice too.

Any of the above failing to be within the scope of your great magical powers Santa, please send me a new book and some socks.


Thank you,

Emily Elizabeth Banner


PS: Please don't count any bad guys I have beaten up against me on the naughtiness scale. I try very hard not to be too smashy.