From the desk of
Santa Claus
The Workshop · The North Pole
Dear Mia,
Of all the letters on my desk at the North Pole, the one about Mia from Ballarat made me smile the widest. The reindeer are snoring in the barn, and Mrs Claus says I may stay up late tonight to write to you. Six is a marvellous age. I remember being six, when my beard was much shorter.
I heard that you learned to swim without floaties. I read it out at breakfast, and Mrs Claus was so proud she gave everybody an extra pancake.
The elves tell me you have been practising being patient with your little brother. Good for you! Learning something new is like learning to fly a sleigh: wobbly at first, then wonderful. Every try counts, and I can already see you getting better.
A little bird, well, a little elf, told me you are wishing for a red bike with a bell. The elves have written it in the big book beside your name. Whatever Christmas morning brings, it will be full of love, because that is the real magic.
Keep being kind, keep being brilliantly you, and on Christmas Eve, please go to sleep nice and early. The reindeer are very shy, and they only land when everyone is snug in bed.
With love and a twinkle,
Santa
P.S. Rudolph would like to say a special hello to Biscuit.



