"It worked!"

She was beside herself as she raced back into the house with the news.  "What worked?" I asked  "The letter!  It worked! I wrote a letter to Santa.  Tess helped me to spell it.  Then I took it to the mailbox and the mailman came and took it!" 

She had not let on she had this idea, but instead quietly hatched her plan, enlisting help where needed.  From the sounds of it she wrote a rather reasonable, if hopeful, letter to the old elf addressed to: Santa, North Pole.  No stamp, but everyone knows where Santa lives I guess. 

It was so, so sweet and we assumed the merry idea had reached its fruition with that postal pickup a few weeks ago. That was until the other day when Brendan came through the door with a letter hand addressed to Abbie…

“Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful. ” 
Norman Vincent Peale