Dear Santa,
This is the only place that I can let out my true feelings, and I'm very excited. For your information, I've been riddled with this curse that only lets me repeat what other people say, not WRITE! I'm so happy right now. Someone will actually understand what I want, not what other people want. People who meet me say I've become humble and reserved because of my curse. Well, NOT ANYMORE! Here's a list of everything I'd like this Christmas. And not just that stupid perfume that Narcissus always gets me.
-A new dress
-Ballet flats
-One of those text-speech devices that are used for mortals who can't talk
I hope you really consider all of this. Given my terrible life, I should automatically be on the nice list.
Thanks,
Young Echo
