((A/N: I submitted this just the other day as a piece of festive Death Note fan fiction, although after some thought I decided to take it down and put it back up later as the first chapter in a series of short stories in the form of letters, files, reports, profiles, journal entries, and the like about the characters in Wammy's House. This is a letter to Santa Claus authored by young Near I came across while rifling through Watari's desk drawer.))
Salutations, Mr. Kringle.
First of all I beg your forgiveness in advance, but I must be blunt. I consider myself a boy of science, although I have in mind some who would heatedly disagree, I nonetheless find information thoroughly bogus unless it is backed by tangible facts. Therefore you must understand why I question the infamous tales of your annual exploits. I am highly skeptical that an overweight man in a flamboyant red suit is capable of traveling the world over in a single night with even a proper aerospace vehicle, much less a sleigh powered by animals, or able to eat the various baked goods laid out in well over a billion households and carry the leftovers back to the North Pole for storage and future consumption. However, in the unlikely event that you do indeed exist, I humbly request a "Batman's Buggy: Escape of Mr. Freeze" Lego set and no less than ten unique two-thousand (2,000) piece jigsaw puzzles of the color white.
I assure you my actions this year have been more than reputable.
Sincerely, Near.