sometimes it takes a lifetime
Are you a real person? Myc says you’re not, but Thomas says you are. Thomas is my friend. I don’t think he likes me anymore though. Myc is my brother. He’s mean, so if you are real, you shouldn’t bring him any presents.
I know I didn’t write to you before, but I just found out about you from Thomas last week. He said you bring him the best gifts on Christmas morning. He said you bring presents for all the children who are good. I told him that my Christmas gifts are from Mummy and Father, and he said that I’m weird and that nobody thinks I’m good and that’s why you don’t bring me anything. Is that true? I promise that I do try to be good but sometimes bad things still happen. I didn’t mean to set the kitchen on fire. I was trying to do an esp experiment. And I found that bird skull in the garden. I didn’t know it would make Mummy scream. I didn’t hurt it, I swear. I just wanted to look at it because it was interesting.
I wanted to write you this letter to tell you that I am sorry for those things and I’m sorry that I’m not normal like the other boys. I will try to be better. If I promise to work harder for the rest of the year, will you bring me some presents? Thomas says you bring the best ones. He says you bring him things that his mum and dad wouldn’t give him. And there are some things I want this year, but I know Mummy and Father would say no or that they can’t give me them so I thought maybe you could. If you can I would like
1. A lab of my own where I can do experiments. Mummy said I can’t use the kitchen anymore after the fire, and I can’t do them in my bedroom either or I get in trouble.
2. I want to go on pirate adventures. I’ll be a good pirate though. I won’t steal treasure. I can sail around and find other pirates who steal treasure and make them walk the plank.
3. A bunch of cakes. Grandmere makes the best ones. She says it’s cause they’re made with love, but she doesn’t visit very much anymore. But if she sent me enough cakes that I could eat them for forever, I would be so happy. And I would even share with Myc because I promised you I would be good.
4. Could I have a better big brother too? Myc used to be fun, but now he’s away at school and he’s very serious when he comes home. He doesn’t want to play pirates anymore, and he tells me I’m being too silly. And when I cry or I’m mad or I get too excited, he says I should grow up. But I’m already growing up as fast as I can, and he’s still mean to me. So maybe you could bring me a better big brother.
5. Number five is the most important one. The one that I want the most. Even if you don’t bring me the other gifts, please try your hardest to bring me a friend. Not one like Thomas who kicks dirt on me and calls me names. I want a real friend. A forever friend. Can you make it someone else who likes looking at skulls and going on adventures? And someone who can help me when Colin tries to beat me up again. I want a friend who likes me as much as I like him and who will stay friends with me forever. Can you bring me that? You don’t have to bring me lots of friends. I would be happy if I just had one. I would prec appreciate it very much. Thank you, Father Christmas.
William Sherlock Scott Holmes
(I thought I better put my real name. I wouldn’t want you to bring my gifts to the wrong Sherlock Holmes.)
12 days of fic-mas 2016, day 1: letters to santa