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You placed your pen down after finishing the letter and signing off with your name at the end of it. You folded the brown paper and placed it inside the envelope which said ' To Santa '. You reached for the wooden box and opened it. You placed the letter inside where many older letters were kept.
You had been writing to Santa since you learned how to do so. You had met him before but no one believed you.
Back then, you still remembered it clearly, you were just four when you were crying because you got lost in the park after playing hide and seek with your friends. You met Santa and he was a boy in his mid twenties, wearing that red santa hat and oversized sweater with a cute reindeer print. You didn't believe he was Santa until he proved it to you by making snow fall and brought you back home safely. When you turned to thank him, he was already gone.
You often asked your parents to send those to Santa when you were younger and seeing you still being a child whose dreams could go from being a Disney princess to being the ruler of the galaxy, they went along with your little play. However, they failed to notice that you actually believed in what you were doing. So, reality hit you hard when you found your letters in the drawer of your parents' room. You were eleven then and your parents tried to tell you that Santa didn't exist but nothing can change you from the fact that you saw him.
Knowing how your parents react strangely every time you tried to bring up the letter, you kept all of those in that box of yours instead of sending them away because you didn't know where to do so. It continued to pile up until today when you decided to bring those with you.
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Carrying the box in your hand, you headed out in the cold to the only post office that was opened despite the holiday season. You were twenty and you knew people would think you are crazy. However, you stood in front of the counter where a man with soft wavy blue hair sat lazily as he dozed away. There were barely any other people queuing up so you put the box on the counter and knocked softly.
"Where to?" he asked. Unlike his face, his voice was rather deep. You cleared your throat and fiddled with the ends of your sleeve as you muttered softly under your breath. "Santa."
You noticed his expression changing as he slowly turned to look at you. You guessed that he was going to laugh at you so you quickly grabbed the box.
"Forget what I said," you told him but he grabbed your hand to stop you from leaving.
"You still believe in Santa?"
You nodded your head.
"Look, I'm sorry. I know I'm being childish and-"
The person just took the box and started filling in some sort of form. You blinked your eyes as he passed it to you, along with a pen.
"Just sign there and the..," he paused as he opened the wooden box. His eyes sparkled and his lips curved up into a smile. "The letters will be delivered."
