Dear Santa,
My name is Preston. I have been a good boy this year. My Mama says I have always been a good boy. This year, I am writing you a letter in mid-November, because I like to be prepared, I am sure you do as well.
I have done very well in school. I got straight As and my teacher says I am the model student. My friends like me because I always have the answer. Sometimes I feel nervous when they call me iPreston Perfect/i, but Mama says I deserve it. I always work very hard.
There is one thing I really want for Christmas: a trumpet. I like the sound of it when grandpa played it. Daddy says girls always fall for good trumpeters. I don't really care about that. I think girls in my school are not smart enough. They only know how to cry and whine. All I need is my Mama. She is the best.
But my Mama doesn't like the idea. She is upset when I talked about grandpa and his trumpet. She says there is no use to be a great trumpeter if you can't support your family. She says it broke her heart to see him drink to his death with his band mates.
I want Mama to be happy, so I ask her how I can fix her heart. She tells me to be a doctor, not a musician. So, I have changed my mind. I would like to get a book about the human heart.
Daddy is shaking his head. He thinks I should fight for what I like. Actually, Daddy himself never fights for what he likes. He wants to travel and see the world, but he stays here because he loves us. I am not sure if I will like being a doctor, but if Mama says it will make her proud, I will do that for her. I want her to know that I love her. She loves me so much, how can I not love her back?
Thank you, Santa. I look forward to getting a book from you. I hope it will not be too difficult to read.
Merry Christmas!
Yours truly,Preston Xavier Burke
Birmingham, Alabama