Dear Santa,Iím so glad that soon you will be here.
I wish Christmas could come more than just once a year.
There are so many things that I want and that I have written down.
I hope when you see my list, you donít become discouraged or frown.
Besides all the toys and a new nose for my stuffed bear named Panda.
I really need a very special gift from you this year Santa.
You see, my big brother is terribly ill, the doctors are worried he will die.
So this year for Christmas I want a gift that will keep my brother alive.
I will gladly trade all the gifts for me that you will ever give,
if my big brother could get better and I can know that he will live.
My familyís praying that his life be spared and he soon be out of danger.
Dear little Sis, I got your letter in the mail today.
I seldom write back cause Iím busy with Christmas on the way.
But I have to admit that when I read your letter, it really made me cry.
There is something you need to understand and I pray you at least try.
You see, the wonderful things youíve asked, I donít have the power to give.
I donít think you really understand just who I am or where I actually live.
The beautiful home where I live with my reindeer and all my elves,
frantically making Christmas toys and storing them on my shelves,
is not far away in the North Pole, in a remote snow covered station,
itís deep inside your heart and mind, in the world of imagination.
I travel the world in my sleigh, through the hearts and minds of the living.
Reminding them to be kind to each other, all through the spirit of giving.
Please donít be mad at God for things like your big brother becoming ill.
"Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth,
and the life:
Officer Samuel Jeppsen, #3751, Christmas, 1999-d www.LDSCOPS.com