Letters to Santa: Adeline

Written by: Lillie

I think I've been a brilliantly behaved little girl this year and I deserve a brilliant present for my brilliantness! I'm not exaggerating - not at all. I really have been brilliant. If you consider how terrible I was last year and compare it with how I didn't do any of those terrible things again, you will realise I have been a model of propriety. And for my excellent behaviour, I should like to ask this of you this year:

Let me go to Faerieland!

I've been thinking about it for ages, and I think it's the best possible present ever. I want to see all the faeries with their beautiful wings and lovely attire, everything that the books make them out to be. I'd like to attend a faerie ball and wear a dress of gossamer. I don't even know what gossamer is, but is sounds so delicate and gorgeous! All the faeries are beautiful. If I'm extremely good, maybe they'll turn me into a faerie too. I'd be so beautiful, and I'd have the most sparkly wings, and the finest hair. My hair is awful now. Faerie hair would make up for everything. And just think - I might be presented to royalty! As the only human - or a new human - in the faerie realm, it's undoubted that I will be brought before the royal faerie couple. What an honour! That would never happen to me in the human world, but think of all the possibilities in the faerie one!

I'd have the most fantastic adventures too. I'd see so many things that no other human has ever laid eyes on. I'd see gnomes and elves, witches and wizards, dragons and unicorns, phoenixes and the horses of the waves, pixies and faeries, dwarves and goblins - oh, numerous, numerous things! If I ever came back to the human world I could write a book about it all and I'd be famous! Only I don't want to come back because everyone I know sucks. And I'd probably be treated better in the faerie world because I'd be so special.

And now let's get down to business, Santa.

If you send me to Faerieland, I won't ever need to write another letter to you again. That means you don't need to give me anything or spend time agonizing over whether I'll be a good or a bad child. You can spend time making presents for other children and you won't have to waste a piece of coal in my stocking again. I won't trouble you, nor will you trouble me. In fact, I won't trouble anyone once I'm gone and everyone will be happier. I'm tired of school and of being told to be a good girl. Nothing ever happens unless I make something happen, and all the teachers know it's me if I throw a stink bomb or firecrackers anywhere now. I've had to be extremely good lately to ward off suspicion in case - and this is just between me and you, Santa - I should ever want to do it again.

Now, isn't my suggestion an excellent business prospect for you? I should think it is! I'm going to look forward to going to Faerieland soon!

Oh, and one more thing before I forget: if you get any reports of bad behaviour, like selling my father's antiques, or melting my mother's jewellery, you can ignore them. Sure, that may have happened since last Christmas, but just remember this: in some cultures, the new year doesn't start until December! And as you'll notice, I've been superbly good all December.

Yours, with love,

Adeline