This is the thirteenth time I have visited your home, Carlos. I remember the first time I saw you. You and your parents were living in the apartments by the mall and I couldn't open the sliding door because your father had locked it. Fortunately, I have my ways and I was able to enter.
The last several years you have been living in the country. I like visiting your home. You don't have any barking or biting dogs. And the two of you have always left me tasty cookies and cold milk. It's a long night traveling around the world and taking care of earth's children. You didn't forget my snacks tonight, either. Thank-you very much.
You are good boys. You must continue to read books and play sports. You must be careful. There are many bad influences in this world. Never do anything that would make your parents sad, particularly your mother. They love you very much. I visit children who don't have mommies and daddies. You have both. Love them as much as they love you.
I have sad news for you. I won't be visiting you again until you have sons and daughters. You are no longer little boys. Carlos, you are a teenager and I'm sure you don't think about me as much as you did when you were younger.
Joaquin, you have been one of my favorites. You have waited for me with such excitement, but you are going into junior high and Santa won't be as important to you as football and friends.
I hope you aren't disappointed that I won't be stopping again until you are fathers. I wish you could stay little boys your entire lives with your mother and father at your sides, but we grow up and must provide for those who follow in our paths. Santa will miss you. God bless you.
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