Dear Santa,
I’m a sophomore and, height-wise, I’m also a bit like your most dedicated helpers up in the North Pole — my height peaked at 5 feet when I was only 13.
This year’s Christmas feels especially exceptional because I’m still hanging in there after such an academically and mentally challenging year. I know I’m not really a kid anymore, but that doesn’t really take away from the fact I’ve been an extremely good person this year.
Maybe I haven’t been particularly nice to my younger sister, but I’ve only argued with her at most twice a month. I also haven’t committed any crimes this year, unless you count accidentally throwing banana peels into the recycling bin — keyword: “accidentally”!
Santa, in terms of my height, I know I’ve been a wonderful elf at your workshop for the past 16 years and counting, but I’m afraid my time to retire has come. I’d like to formally submit a request to be four inches taller.
It is truly a struggle being 5 feet tall. I face unimaginable daily hardships like never being able to find jeans short enough for me and having to hop around like a rabbit trying to reach the Drizzlicious snacks on the top shelf.
Even many freshmen who walk past me in the hallways are taller. Honestly, I really just want to finally be taller than my sister, who’s literally three years younger and stands an annoying 5 ‘5.
Thanks for taking the time to consider my height application. I know it’s quite an unusual request, but I sincerely believe my Christmas miracle is in good hands! Also, please respond before Dec. 25 so I can mentally prepare for being 5 ‘4. Have a very merry Christmas!
Love,
Your tired helper Kat Liu
