dear santa
my name is draco malfoy and i am six years old i don't know why mummy wants me to write to you for presents if you don't get me one father will becuz we are rich bet we have more money then you even though you got all those elves making toys but you don't sell them so i don't know how you get what father calls profit but maybe its just magic are you a pureblood too your not a mudblood are you? must not be if you are so powerful father says mudbloods are bad and only purebloods are good except if they are blud traters are you one? hope not you seem nice anyway and i like your story and i have been a good boy i am never bad ever and i have lots of friends too but two of them are slow but they can be fun um i don't know what i want you to give me this year maybe a new broom? NO CLOTHES! i don't need new clothes please just whatever toys you can find i saw a toy quidditch pitch with players that fly! maybe you can give me that then but maybe candy too i like candy it's good i think you will know in the end what to give me santa
ps um daddy says we will leave out cookies and butterbeer i thawt you liked milk but daddy says you don't i guess you are like my daddy he cant even drink milk it makes him sick
A/N: I am so sorry. I've been so busy lately that I don't even have the chance to check my email, let alone write letters. So much to do before Christmas. By the way, I am switching Filch to Hagrid.
I can see Draco being very spoiled when he was small.