If you’re going to do this, do it right. Use a real envelope, write your address clearly, and don’t ask for a pony. Santa has a strict “no livestock” policy after the Great Pony Incident of 1987.
And if your kid asks why the stamp says “First Class” instead of “Reindeer Express,” just tell them Santa modernized. He had to cut costs after the Great Arctic Air Conditioning bill.
Now go write that letter. The deadline is looming. And remember: every year, the Royal Mail handles around 200,000 of these letters. Yours is just one snowflake in a blizzard of hope. Make it funny.
