I prayed to Santa Claus every night of my life until I was about 8 (at which time I learned the cold hard truth).
I prayed to him instead of Jesus, because I thought he was more important.
At least he was still alive.
I liked to pray to him like this:
"Hi Santa. I know it's March (or July, or September ...), but I just wanted to say hi and let you know I'm thinking of you when everyone else has forgotten. I don't just think about you in December when I want gifts. I don't care about gifts or about me. I care about you all year because you're such a kind person, and I believe in your magic. I hope you're doing OK and you're taking care of the reindeer. Love, Issy. "
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I never give you my number, I only give you my situation.
Beatles