Dear Santa
Remember me, I used to write to you ever year and post the letter up the chimney. I was the one who wanted Mary Barton to be their girlfriend.
Of course I haven't written for a while, but things are a bit different this year. Belief is so precious here, as there is so much that can destroy it. All those kids who come in day after day on stretchers, having become men so fast. Just a few years ago they were writing to you as well.
The thing I want more than anything is to go home. It's Erin's first Christmas you see. She'll be tucked up in her crib, with the little stocking Peg made at the foot of the bed. Then next morning her little face will light up knowing you've come and bought her all those wonderful gifts. Christmas is so magical will children around, so please let me share it with my little girl.
B.J Hunnicut