THE Evening Times, under Lapland freedom of information laws asked for all communication between politicians and Santa Claus. Here’s what we found.
Dear Santa
I have been a very good girl this year, everyone says so. I’ve tried to be nice to the new girl Kez, but she doesn’t make it easy. She says she wants to be my friend but I know her and that Ruth talk about me behind my back.
I told those two girls that everyone says are bad, Michelle and Natalie, they can’t play with me until people stop saying they’re bad and they are good again.
And I told the boys and girls in London to be nice to old people and to stop trying to push old Mr Skinner off his seat.
This year I would like a new big yellow felt tip pen to finish my colouring in map of Scotland, a really good one Santa because there’s still a few traces of the old red I can’t get rid of. And a Duran Duran poster please. Love Nicola
Dear Nicola
You should already think every day is Christmas. You got a selfie stick what more do you want.
Merry Christmas. Santa
Dear Santa
I have been good this year. I want to be pals with Nicola because she is so popular and I want her to lend me some of her friends. But she keeps telling people I like Ruth better than her and it’s so not true Santa.
Uncle Jeremy keeps telling me the 1970s were so great, so can I have a Genertaion Game video please?
Love Kez
Dear Kez
I think you are a good girl but I need to know you really have stopped being friends with those two boys Jim and John who shout at people all the time.
Maybe next year. Meantime here’s a dictionary. Merry Christmas Santa
Dear Santa
I’m so fed up with Glasgow, can I have an ‘I love Edinburgh’ T shirt. Love Ruth in Glasgow (for the time being)
Dear Ruth
You’ll have had you’re tea.
Santa
Dear Santa
I don’t think you’re real, so there. But anyway can I get a new train set. Not for me, for all the people.
Patrick, Glasgow Green
Dear Patrick
Nice try wee man, one yer bike. Merry Christmas Santa
Dear Santa
I would like a Tricia Marwick doll please. Oh and some pins, lots of pins.
James in Rutherglen
Dear James
I’m sorry but remember when you came to my grotto and wouldn’t sit on my knee “Naw. Ah’m, no gonnae sit down” you told me. Bad boy! Escort him form the grotto please. Santa
Happy Christmas to all our readers and their family wherever you are.
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