By Stephanie Rubio
Dear Santa Claus,
We need to talk. It’s 2018, and I am still waiting on my Nintendo DS. Care to explain? I was so good in elementary school, and the only crime I committed was allowing my dad to cut my hair. Not only did I have the worst haircut in fourth grade, but I was the only one who could not play DS during recess.
Now that that’s off my chest, I would love to wake up to Michael B. Jordan waiting under my tree along with a new iPhone XR and college acceptance letters. This year I have been really good, so I think that Michael would be a great solution to my loneliness.
In case you’re having second thoughts about getting me my present, I just wanted to remind you that I know where you live. Love you lots!