• As I was walking my morning walk, I saw the post-man doing his morning deliveries. It was a week near Christmas, I pitted him. Getting all these letters. Then I saw that he was actually a she. And she was reading them. There was one that caught my attention, in was in a black envelope written on black paper, with a white pen. I walked up the post-woman and said “Did you read that one yet?” She frowned and said “Yes, it’s depressing, here…read it.” She handed it to me, and it said:
    Dear Santa,
    All I want for Christmas isn’t much, just someone to hold me and say ‘It’s ok, even though it isn’t going to be. No more acne so that person will actually look at me without laughing, A mother and a Father who can look at each other with love instead of fighting. A friend to hug me when I hide in my closet when I hear crying and screaming. These depressing times just vanish, and… A real present under the tree instead of a plane ticket to visit my Step father. Don’t you see Santa? This isn’t much, just a simple wish, please grant it.
    Love, Ginny Grease
    This letter was sad, so sad; I could feel the tears stinging my eyes. The post woman looked at me and said “That’s one letter I am going to remember, think of that, there are kids all over the world who want new bikes, Barbies, cell phones. But this one…this one is definitely going to Santa.” I smiled and gave the letter back to her. And as I walked home, I realized little Ginny lives on my street… Little Ginny is getting a Christmas present, no matter what.