It’s the first of the month, and I feel like I’m not going anywhere.
Why do I always feel this way? Why do I abhor the holidays?
Sometimes, I wish I could be a little girl again. The Christmas spirit wasn’t lost on me then. I remember being so carefree, so open to believing in you.
I guess I still do, ‘cause I still write to you every year, but why does this feel so meaningless? I wish I knew what to do!
Have I been nice this year, Santa? I know I’ve been naughty. Sometimes. Can’t help myself, it’s just . . .
Please, Santa, tell me where I went wrong!?
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