"You say that every year, 'Belle."
"And every year it's true!!"
The tree is definitely my favourite part of Christmas! Mom and I decorated it together.
"Go to bed, Isabelle! Santa can't come if you're awake."
"But Mom, I'm all set to wait up for him. I have cookies and milk..."
"Bed, young lady. Now. We'll leave him the cookies and milk under the tree with your letter to him."
"Okay, Mom..."
Dear Santa,
I have been good this year. All I want is a friend and a barre.
Love,
Isabelle.
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