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Letter to Santa!

Hi everyone!

A week away from Christmas Eve, the only thing every kid is excited about is Santa Claus! Well, everyone is!

A kid's imagination can stretch to an impressive extent from a rainbow T-Rex sleeping on a bean bag to crazy Santa stories.

It is also every kid's question whether Santa does exist or not but common sense gives us a dismaying no. So for all those adults who still believe that it is in their childish heart, here's good news. There actually is!

Sadly, I couldn't manage to post mine before Christmas (-_-), so I thought of putting it up here for Santa to see.



17/12/18

Monday


Dear Santa,

I'm Maanasa, a sixth-grader from India. I have a big thing to ask for.

This is what I truly want for Christmas -

I want everyone to stay in harmony as a single race- the human race- and refrain from unjustified barbaric bloodshed of innocent lives, making it clear that no human/living being is superior or inferior to one another.

I want no undeserving person to undergo sorrow and the brunt of wrongdoing.


I want peace to prevail.


I want to see those smiles on the faces of people, regardless of race, caste or creed.


I want peace to reign.



Yours lovingly,

Maanasa 😊





Find the link address to Santa's workshop below -


https://santaclausvillage.info/santa-claus/santa-claus-main-post-office/

Why wait? Post yours this Christmas! 

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