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Jett Superior laid this on you on || December 25, 2001 || 1:42 am

It seems that Santa Claus felt a need to leave a letter for my eldest son this year. In keeping with family harmony and unity, he also left one for the other two children as well. Santa is a pretty savvy cat. I’m glad he thought of the younger siblings’ feelings.

Anyhow, I’ve posted the letters here. Maybe there are others in need of the message that Santa so gently and sagely put to my son.

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Master Sam:

Why, hello there, young man…

I would like to start by telling you that I do not ordinarily write personal letters to the young people that I visit on Christmas Night (my elves and Mrs. Claus generally assist me a great deal in this task), but I have been made to understand that yours is a spcial case. If you are wondering how I knew about this matter…..well, son, things always have a way of making it to the North Pole, because it is a special place.

It seems that lately you have had some strong opinions as to whether or not I exist and you have been sharing them a bit forcefully with others. I have one thing to say regarding that:


Strong feelings are very, very good, but they are not so wonderful if they tread upon the feelings of others.

I have followed your progress from the time that you were a wee infant and I know that you are a very intelligent person. That is part of the reason that I chose to write you this letter; I know that of the many children I visit, you are one of those that can understand what I am about to tell you.

It is perfectly okay for you to not believe in me, Sam. There are many that don’t. It is also perfectly okay for you to believe that I exist somewhere out here in the frozen North. There are many that do. What I would like you, personally, to know is that whether or not to believe is a decision that only you can make. You. You alone know what you feel and know in your heart to be right. Don’t disbelieve because someone simply told you I don’t exist and you cannot reach out and touch me if you so desire at any given moment. Can you touch love, my dear boy? You cannot, but still it exists, and you feel it every day for your mother, father, stepfather, little brother, younger sister, for your grandparents and your friends. Inability to see something with your human eyes is no basis for a lack of belief, I assure you that. Even people that would tell you that I do not exist would have to admit to that…..

Likewise, don’t believe simply because someone told you to, or because someone told you that there would be no presents left by me if you didn’t believe. Fear is no basis for belief in anything. I urge you to study the situation, weigh the facts, weigh how you feel about the subject and draw your conclusions from within your heart and your mind. As a matter of fact, I think that it would be wise to apply this theory to all the situations where you are unsure in your life, not simply the matter of whether a mere man in a red suit exists somewhere.

You are a kind, giving boy, so I would ask you this one favor if you do in fact choose not to believe that I am up here, preparing year-round for this one wonderful, fulfilling night:


Leave others to believe in the magic of me; do not attempt to take that belief away from them.

You will be a richer person for it.

I understand that you tried to catch your mother in what you believe was an untruth a few nights ago. I should clarify one or two things where that situation was concerned. Your mother was shopping for stocking stuffers for your stepfather. Do you remember that? Do you remember what you said?

“AHA!” You exclaimed, “PROOF that Santa doesn’t exist! HE’S supposed to fill the stockings!”

“No,” your mom replied, “Santa only fills childrens’ stockings…adults are kind of left to their own devices or to take care of others.”

What your mother said is partially right, but it is also partially wrong. You see, your mom and stepdad (and your dad, too, when it comes right down to it) don’t get their stockings filled because they don’t really need it….sure, they are on a budget, and sure, sometimes things happen that might throw them into a bit of a panic money-wise (but I bet you never, ever know when those times come, do you? Good. That means they are doing their job as parents well…), but mostly they are okay and they have more than they really need, and just about all that their hearts desire. I use my time and resources to care for the children that I am so fond of around the world and to leave the things that adults who don’t have much really need. I think you can understand this. If you can’t, then ask your parents. They can explain to a greater extent and I am short on time.

Regardless of anything else, I believe in you, Master Sam, and I wish you a Merry Christmas this year and all your years to come.

~Santa
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Miss Scout:

Your depth of faith and strength of character astound even me.

Thank you for believing. Merry Christmas!!

~Santa
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Master Mathias:

HO HO HO!

(You are one funny kid. You make me laugh and laugh!)

~Santa

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