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Hey Santa,

I’ve never written to you before. I don’t think you know me. But I know you, through pictures and movies. Sorry it took me this long to write. I know you travel all over the world. But I didn’t care for you to visit, before today. It’s not me I want you to come for. It’s him. My son. He waits for you. He has written you a letter. It’s with me if you want to read it. He expects your gifts under the Christmas tree when he wakes up in the morning. Do drop by.  We don’t have a chimney. But I’m sure you can find your way in. Has he been good? He has been. He’s a good boy. My boy. I love him. Please make him happy.

‘That girl over there… you see her?’

‘Yeah, what about her?’

‘They broke the mold after making her.’

‘Yeah, I see what you mean. But you know what I think, I think a mold is broken every time a woman is made?’

‘Yeah, true.’

‘How about us, you think we each had our own mold?’

‘Nah,  I think they kept using the same old one over and over again’