Daddy lied about Santa

nd the twinkling lights adorned the Christmas tree, casting a warm, magical glow throughout the living room. It was that

d my letter. My parents watched with a mixture of amusement and pride as I pour

h and high spirits. The Christmas season is upon us, and I want you to know that I have been a good boy

ive a red bicycle with shiny wheels. I have always admired the way the other kids ride t

ure I was addressing. I knew that Santa had a special connection with obedient chil

and happiness around the world. Your kindness and generosity inspire me to be a better person every da

aus personally. I felt a sense of excitement and trepidation as I watched my letter disapp

shed to the mailbox, hoping to find a letter from Santa Claus. My parents assur

e drew nearer, the sense of magic and enchantment in the air grew stronger. The entire house was

mailbox, I found a letter, addressed to me, with the familiar handwriting of Santa Claus. My

r letter with great joy and happiness. I am so proud of you for being such a go

y dreams of a red bicycle, and even my plan to leave cookies and milk for him on Christmas

u have been so good this year that I am more than happy to grant your wish. You will fi

wish and had rewarded my goodness with the very thing I had longed for. I felt a surge

t warms my heart to know that I have such a thoughtful friend like you. Have a wonderful Christmas, Zeal,

s would be the most magical one yet. With Santa's words of encouragement and love,