Dear Santa
We had to leave our house. Dad was mad. We had to do all the chores. Dad got everything he wanted. Mom said it was time to leave and she would take us to a safer place where we don’t have to be scared.

I am still nervous. I don’t want to talk to the other kids. Are you going to come this Christmas? We don’t have any of our stuff here.

Can you bring some chapter books, a dictionary, and a compass and a watch? I also want a very very very good dad. Can you do that too?

Blake