Dear Santa

I now I don’t live at home any more and I can’t male this to you. But Mom always said you now were all the good childran are. So I hope you come to the corner store where I am hideing and see this letter.

I have been realy, realy super good this year. I did all my chores got mostly A’s in school, I got a C in speling. But I listened to my tudor realy well over the summer. And wen we had to run away I listened to all the adults. I didn’t stop runing until I was told too. And I looked after Mary my baby sistar realy well, until she got sick. I helped dig the hole evan though Mr. Connars told me I didn’t have to.

I don’t want any toys this year. I had to leve all my toys back home wen we ran away from the zombies. But I don’t want any more. I hav no one else to play with, and wenever I get more toys we have to run away again. So I dont want any.

All I want for Christmas this year is a map to Heaven. Mr. Connars told me that the zombies can’t find there way too Heaven. So if you can give me a map I can show the zombies the way. And then maybe my Mom and Dad will stop banging on the door. Do you think God would mind haveing all the Zombies staying with him?

If you can’t give me a map thats all right. But may be you could take me, Mr. Connars, Tina, and Mrs. Blum with you to the North Pole. Mr. Connars is a carpenter he likes makeing things, especaly walls. He lets me help when he bulds walls. Mrs. Blum is a really good cook. Tina mosty crys but you culd find some thing for her to do. May be I could help feed the raindeer. I like animals. We had to leave Barney my dog be hind, wen we ran away.

I hope you can find me. I don’t want to hide any more.

I love you, and hope the zombies don’t get you too.

Michael Sgro