I am writing you from the North Pole, where my elves and I are loading my sleigh with lots of toys for you and other good girls and boys all over the world.
When I went to the post office last week, I had a letter from someone letting me know how sweet you have been all year long. The letter told me what you want for Christmas, and said you can hardly wait for my visit. Remember, the earlier you go to bed on Christmas Eve, the sooner I'll get there.
Rudolph says hi. He has been polishing his nose all week to make sure it's shiny enough to light the way. Mrs. Claus is in the kitchen making dinner. She is still trying to fatten me up, "Eat, Papa, eat," she tells me. But I think I'm fat enough --- my suit fits fine.
I hope you like what I am bringing you. Try to be just as good next year. I must go now; Mrs. Claus wants me to set the table.
P.S. I may be hungry after my long trip, so if you leave a snack for me, I'll be sure to eat it. Whatever you have in the cabinet is fine. It's ok to leave cookies or cake --- I'll pack my toothbrush.
