Chapter 69When There Were No Letters To
Santa Claus
It was the month before Christmas... the
week before Christmas ... even the day before Christmas
-and tiny fingers of tiny tots clumsily grasped their over-
sized pencils and scribbled, marked or crudely drew, "Dear
Santa, please bring me... "
So many letters! Asking for so many things I
Some were just a series of marks, but their little writers
knew what they meant-and they knew Santa could read
them, too. Some were more legible, painstakingly and
largely drawn, even if the lines of letters were a bit dia-
gonal.
Most of the letters said, "Please," somewhere.
Some merely said, "1 want ... ", and some were down-
right demanding: "Bring me this ... and bring me that."
You could almost read the personalities of the parents in
the manner of asking they had taught their children, just