To the editor,
When I was 5, my step mom took me out for a ride to listen to Christmas music in the car on
Eve. My dad stayed home cause “his stomach hurt.”
When we got back, I opened to door and found Santa putting presents under the tree. I screamed, I was so excited. I SAW SANTA!
I’m 41 now, and I’ll always remember that night and how grateful I am for the memory of Santa with the kindest eyes. Michelle L. Cato