LETTER TO SANTA CLAUS

Dear Santa Claus,

        Please forgive me for not writing to you for such a long time, maybe from the time of the remote childhood with fragrance of Christmas and snowed fir-tree.  But I write to you now, when I see the world getting every day worse, and kindly ask you to bring a sack of goodness to every evil human and a sack of health and love to every human on the earth.
        I don’t know what to ask for myself. Once I have asked you for love. And you have brought it to me. But it is over now and I fear too much this sad end of love stories to beg for it again.
        I would ask for my twin-soul, my soulmate. But your old eyes, tired of the cruel light of the snows you fight with every year, when coming to bring us joy, might be wrong among so many storms of silver mist…
        I would ask you for quiet and peace of the soul, but I know so many restless people and so many children growing old too quickly really need it, that I don’t dare to ask for them myself.
        Therefore, if you haven’t forgotten me and still think I deserve a present, please make my tears be clear again.

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