When our daughter was eight, she decided to send a letter to Santa. She wrote it one day, and sealed it up before I could even get a look at it. I wasn't too worried though - I mean, it was going to Santa. She put his name on the envelope, and took it out to the mailbox. I assured her that the people at the post office would know how to get it to Santa, and we left it at that. I'm sure she was expecting great things, but I promised nothing.
When I asked her what she had said to Santa in her letter -- she said, "You know -- all the questions he answered in his letter!" Of course. A few days later, I placed a thank-you note in the mailbox addressed to "Santa." I never found out if someone at the post office answered Shelby's letter, or if it was our mailman. Shelby would tell you it was Santa!
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