Dear Kid Johnson,

            Christmas comes but once a year. It's a time to put away the bad things from your past, and focus on your future. The destruction of the small village was not your fault. War is hell, kid, and thinking about the innocent townspeople you massacred will get you nowhere. It's been 30 long years now, kid, and it's time you wipe the incident from your memory.

                               Signed,

                                Santa Claws

Dear Kid 2,

         Hello. I'm Santa. Reindeer eat carrot. Don't go if no carrot. I'm me. I U to go let me. Why you torcher me?

                                                 SANTA