So normally, I would never think of writing something like this... but in Creative Writing Club, we were asked to say who we thought would be the least likely to write a letter to Santa... and once everyone had said who they thought of, we were supposed to write that letter. This is mine. :)
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And merry early Christmas!
Letter For Santa
Santa,
I'm not really that sure what to write. I'm not even sure if you know who I am. Then again, you are Santa Claus. You're like… the big, red, jolly, laughing, happy version of me. … That came out wrong. I mean you know everything. Or do you just know things about children? If so, then you should know my ward, Richard Grayson. He likes to be called Dick, but, well… I'm not sure if you know him as Richard or Dick. And this is kind of awkward, but he's not really my ward. I'd say he's my son, but… he's already made it clear to me that I'll never replace his real father.
Not that I want to. I know how it feels, to lose your parents. It feels awful. It feels likes your heart's been ripped out of your chest, stomped on, set on fire, stretched, scratched, torn apart, and then sewn back together again with thread soaked in salt water before being stitched back into your chest. … I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that. I'm sitting at my desk writing to you for Dick, not myself.
Dick's already written you a letter, and I'll be enclosing it with my own, but I know what kids are like. Or at least, I thought I did. That's probably more of your expertise. I mean… I thought I knew what Dick would ask for. Then I read the letter (doesn't every parent?), and I realized that I was completely wrong. Maybe it's because it's Dick's first Christmas after he lost his parents. Thing is, I remember not writing to you when it was my first Christmas. After my parents died, I mean. I remember being angry, and shutting myself in my room when Alfred suggested I write a letter to you, and I haven't written one since.
I never thought I would until I read Dick's letter.
He's not angry. Not anymore. He's gotten his revenge, his justice, and now I think he's just sad.
He asked for his parents back. And he asked if he could still keep me.
I'm not really sure why (I'm grumpy on the best days, downright scary on the worst ones, and I know that I'll never be able to love Dick like his parents did).
So I'm asking for something. Something for Dick.
If it means getting his parents back (I know it's unlikely, there's a reason I didn't write to you when mine died, but maybe you could try? Now people know that there are aliens, and real magicians, and maybe you could just send info or something?)… well, if it means getting his parents back, then he doesn't have to keep me. I would prefer to still stay in touch, of course, but… Dick's happiness comes before everything… even mine.
- Bruce Wayne
That's it! I really hope you guys enjoyed, and thanks so much for reading!
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