I was going to post this a little later but there seems to be a lack of Gen Rex activity. Anyway, inspired by "A Christmas Story". I wanted to put people in the Christmas spirit. I had this written a while before I was inundated by work. Don't know when I'm updating anything next.

I do not own any of the characters.

Letter from Rafael to Santa:

Dear Santa,

How are you? I am fine. My name is Rafael. I am 7 years old. My mommy and dad said I should write to you to tell you what I want for Christmas. I want a Daisy Red Ryder BB gun. My sister has a slam cannon and so does my dad. So I want something I can shoot too. My mommy does not want me to have one because she is worried that I will hurt myself. I promised her I won't. I don't like getting hurt so I don't think I will be doing anything stupid like shooting myself in the eye.

Mommy says dad once cut himself with Uncle Six's swords. I don't like knives. My cousin Jade does. She'd always trying to steal her dad's swords. She made me stand with an apple on my head while she tried to throw a knife into it. So far she hasn't been able to hit it. If the knives get too close to me I blast it with my voice. I'm getting good at it. Aunt Becca says so too. I like Aunt Becca and Aunt Beverly. Uncle Caesar is a little strange. He keeps asking if I am experiencing high levels of nanite activity or something like that. I don't know what that means. But the one he really bothers is my sister. Sometimes he pops out of no where and takes a sample. I'm not sure what sample he is taking. Violeta is pretty cool about it. She doesn't make a big fuss about it except that time when Uncle Caesar popped up behind the couch with a needle gun and scared her and she made her smack hands and almost flattened him. Then mommy got all mad and told Uncle Caesar to quit trying to perform tests on her.

I don't like tests but it didn't look like any test I know. There was no paper or pencil and it's not like the tests Aunt Becca wants me to do. I shoot at things she puts around her lab. But I wanted to do what mommy can do so I can call a sea monster. I really want a pet but a dog is too ordinary, a cat is too snobby, and guinea pigs aren't fun to play with. My cousin Jasmine had one once. All it did was pee on things. I like doing fun stuff like watching Pinky Panda on TV. I also like running around the Petting Zoo. I like to see all the animals. But I really like riding on my sister's rex ride around the zoo. I can't let mommy know. She's worried that I will fall off.

That reminds me. So can you get me the BB gun? That's what I would really like. I also want a sea monster but my sister says it won't fit in our backyard. I think this is a good compromise unless you can get me a bigger backyard and then a sea monster. So in conclusion I would like a BB gun please... or a sea monster.

Thank you.

Sincerely yours,

Rafael Salazar

PS You don't have to tell mommy. It will be our secret.