Dear Santa

Dear Santa,

My mother told me last night that you weren't real... I cried. Although I believe you are real, my mother always tries to convince me you aren't. This year for christmas I would like a new bike, the one I have at the moment has unicorns and ponies on it, I think I'm a bit too old for that now. I believe I have been a good boy this year and really deserve something decent. That reminds me I want a swimming pool for our family to enjoy, not one of those budget ones though. If you're going to consider getting me a small one just forget it...

This year I will be leaving out beer because I am not totally convinced you liked the milk and cookies from last year. My mother suggested that I should also ask you what type of biscuits you want or if you'd prefer pizza. We can adjust to anything you need.

I know that what I ask for is a big task at this time of the year so it will be fine if I get only half of my wish. Please send my regards to the elves that engineered and produced the products I asked for. Thank you once again for taking time out of your day to read this letter.

Yours Sincerely,
Flynn Wheeler