A/N: Christmas is coming! Time to get your paper and pen ready for a letter to Santa. I intend to show one letter per character, but whether it will work depends on your comments... and inspiration, of course! The first chapter is obviously from my favorite little Cristina Yang.
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Dear Santa,
My name is Cristina Yang. I have been a good girl this year. Well, actually, my step-dad says you are not Jewish and I am a bad girl if I write to you, but my best friend Muriel once said you always help little kids who are good. Please don't tell Mr. Rubenstein.
I know it isn't Thanksgiving yet, but my teacher says the early bird gets the worm. I don't like worms, but I want you to get my letter, because I want to get something really really big from you, and you have to say yes.
I wanted to have those silver tools Mr. Rubenstein has. My mother says they make him powerful and everyone likes him. I want people to like me, so I want those tools. But even when everyone likes me, it won't make me happy if my best friend Muriel isn't there. So, I won't ask for the tools. I will earn them with my hands when I am older.
I wanted to get another pony, because sometimes I think my pony Buddy is lonely. I love Buddy and I want him to be happy. But Buddy has me, and Muriel's little brother Thomas only has her. So, I won't ask for another pony. I will be Buddy's best companion and I will teach Thomas how to ride.
I wanted to get another pair of ballet shoes, because I gave mine to Muriel when she said she wanted to dance with me. But I don't need them now, because Muriel's mother sent my old ones back to me. So, I won't ask for new ballet shoes. In fact, I don't want to dance anymore if we aren't dancing together.
So, I am only asking for one thing now: Muriel.
I know greedy little kids will be punished, but if you think I have been an extra-good girl this year, can you also make her little brother stop crying? If he cries so much at school, other kids will laugh at him, just like how they treated me when my daddy left.
Actually, why are they crying so hard when I ask for Muriel? My sitter also cried when she helped me with this letter. Maybe Mr. Rubenstein is right. I am bad and I make people cry. Will you still help me if I am a bad person? I promise I will be very very good next year.
I hope I didn't bore you. Sorry if I did.
Your Child,
Cristina Yang
Beverley Hills, California
