A rush of gratitude fills me as I meet the child behind the heartfelt letter. Placing your gift beneath the tree, I whisper, Merry Christmas, watching your face glow with wonder. As I turn to leave, your soft voice stops me. “Santa?” you ask, eyes wide with hope. I pause, heart full, realizing my work was never about toys—it was about bringing hope, love, and the magic of believing.
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