Dear Santa,
You wouldn’t believe the trials and tribulations I have to go through to send you this letter.
Planes refuse to take off, trains are busted, and the streets are filled with abandoned souls wandering a place they wish it’s their home and not just a foreign travel retreat.
Loneliness, everywhere I encounter a safe spot, there it lingers.
I have to make a drastic change to my hermit lifestyle to become a free range dust bunny, like how my many siblings used to coax me to embrace.
I always thought that this is a choice, until it’s not. However, losers can’t be choosers.
Life moves on, the wind changes course and so must I.
The journey begins, the journey to find Santa Claus! Or, at least the mail box that sends all its mail directly to your headquarters.
Santa, if you’re reading this, I wish you all the children’s happiness, I wish you the Christmas magic to guide your fellow reindeers.
And I wish to have a spot on your Christmas hat.
You know, as a speck of dust.
Not pixie or fairy or wishing dust or anything special like that, just a dust.
There is nothing more that I wish than to work hard and add more fluff to your Christmas hat, especially the white fluff at the tip of the pointy red cap.
I promise I am the perfect dust bunny to fulfil the role as a trusty fluff-puffer. And with experience, I can generate more of myself given the right conditions and sometimes, I can even transform to look like snow!
Thank you so much for reading my letter, I hope you may consider
my offer someday. May the North Star guide your way.
Love,
Dust Bunny