Warm up the mince pies and get out the cherry brandy, we are soon to be visited by our favourite jolly man in red. Santa Claus, Father Christmas, Papai Noel, Babbo Natale, Swiety Mikolaj…however, you say it we all all rubbing our hands in anticipation. Or atleast…some of us are, those of us who have been good, if you’ve been naughty you might be left with nothing but a lump of coal. So, us ladies at UTC and some of our favourite authors have written our letters to the big man, you know to put in a few requests and maybe explain a few things…Enjoy!

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Letters to Santa from your favorite authors, characters and readers

Dear Santa,

Hi. It’s me, Henry. I’m sorry I spilled punch on your pants when I sat on your lap at the Big Verde Winter Festival. It’s not really my fault since you’re the one who jumped. Also, maybe they shouldn’t hand out toy snakes as prizes at the fishin’ pond if they’re going to cause such a ruckus.

It wasn’t even a rattler. Do they have snakes at the North Pole? I’m thinking maybe not.

Because of the snake and the punch, you might not have heard what I want for Christmas, so Mrs. Garza is helping me write this letter.

A lot has happened since last Christmas.  I turned five years old and my mom died. Did you know that? I don’t know if you and God are friends, but if you ever go to His house, could you look around for my mom? Everybody says that’s where she is.

If you do see my mom, tell her that Uncle Travis is out of the Army and lives at our house now. He is a horrible cook, but Mrs. Garza does most of the cooking anyway. He says a lot of bad words, too, but I still think you should bring him a present. He has had a hard year. I know this because he keeps saying so. Mrs. Garza says he’s like a broken record.

I don’t know what a record is.

For Christmas, I would like a new bike without those extra wheels that babies need. It should have big tires, because I live on a ranch and don’t have a driveway. And Uncle Travis says to please send a tire repair kit with it, because he hasn’t gotten around to grubbing all the mesquite trees, and my new bike is going to take on a shit-ton of thorns.

That was Uncle Travis who said shit. Not me.

I think you should bring Uncle Travis a wrestling book. I walked in on him and Maggie while they were wrestling. They are awful wrestlers, but Uncle Travis said that’s what they were doing, right after he jumped up all red in the face while saying they weren’t doing anything.

So, bring him a wrestling book, because he sucks at it, and maybe that’s why Maggie isn’t talking to him right now.

He’s really cranky about it, and I miss Maggie.

Do you have magic that makes people get married? I would like for Travis and Maggie to get married.

I hope you have a good Christmas, Santa. You didn’t look like you were having much fun at the Big Verde Winter Festival. Also, are you related to Bubba Larson? You look a lot like him.

Henry

[ Carly Bloom ]

Dear Santa,

I have to say, you truly delivered last year. You managed to give me almost all of what I asked for though at random times of the year but I’m very happy overall. Last Christmas, I did get my Orbi Wifi System, Airpods(which I use a lot), and even found a way to get a good night sleep, REM and all (thanks to discovering Blue Light Blocking Glasses). Though getting time to myself did not improve, my situation did not get worse. I was able to manage life and survived another year. With that said, you know I have been good this year, even better than last and you know I deserve something really good again.

This Christmas, I want to ask for almost impossible things. Yes, I know it will be almost impossible to get these, but hey, worth the try. You are Santa after all. To start, I’m still hoping for more time with reading. I’d like a bit more will to eat healthier, lose fat and gain some serious muscle. No, I do not want to be super buff but maybe just Camille Leblanc-Bazinet buff. I mean, strong is the new skinny right? I’d also be willing to toss the other requests if you can manage to give the US a new president. Unfortunately, my president is no longer in office and we need someone to lead this country. Don’t forget that I have been super good this year and deserve at least one of my requests. I’ll leave it at that.

Thank you and Merry Christmas.

Angela
from Under the Covers

Dear Santa –

First, let me say ‘I’m sorry,’ for the, you know. I try to be good, but sometimes that just isn’t possible. I know I shouldn’t ask you for anything, especially since you keep telling me no each time I ask for you to make one of my Dragon Kings real.

I’m hoping that you come to realize what an asset he’d be if he was real. Think of all the good things he could do. Not to mention, he’d make me very, very happy. I’m not picky either. I’d take any of them, but if I had a choice, I’d choose Constantine. But, hey, I’ll take any of them.

If you’re going to tell me no again – I’m keeping count. Eventually, I’ll get a yes – then how about some peace, cheer, and goodwill? And perhaps those Jimmy Choo shoes I’ve been eyeing for a few months now. 😉

Xoxox

Donna

Dear Santa,

It’s come to this, Santa. This is Ruby. Hi. I know, you hear from me every year. I assume you’re very busy and have assistants read your email. That’s fine. I’ll address this to Becky, then.

Hi Becky. Clearly you are not sending my requests forward. I don’t mean to be firm with you, but it’s imperative that Santa receive my requests. I realize you’re just being a good assistant and filtering the mail but this is a real, legit need. I don’t ask for much. I’ve got plenty of socks and Christmas cheer to go around. My family is happy, warm, and well-fed. I need nothing! Well, one small thing that I continue to lobby for every year and you continue to round-file my requests. I’m slipping a few twenties into this letter, Becky, in the hopes that you pass it up the chain this time. *wink*

My request is simple – I need another month added to the calendar. It’s easy enough to do. Santa travels all over the world delivering presents in a night, right? It should be simple enough to talk to the calendar makers to get this added. We can even call it after you! Beckuary. It has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it, Becky?

See, here’s why this is so important. I have a lot of stories to cover. A lot of them, Becky. There’s more Ice Planet Barbarians, and all the new Icehome characters, and Fireblood Dragons. There’s three Corsair brothers that are dying to have their story, Becky. THREE OF THEM! All hunks! And did you know, Becky, that I have a side project I’ve been slowly working on over the last year? That’s right. I could use a few extra weeks to work on it so I can make my fans happy.

(I’m sure someone at the North Pole has read Ice Planet Barbarians…no? Are you sure? Because I’m happy to send some copies if this gets my letter read sooner…)

I’ve talked to all the other writers, Becky. Yes, ALL of them. We’ve agreed that Beckuary would be a fantastic addition to our schedules and we’d all be able to get that much more done. And isn’t a new, juicy read the best gift of all?

I appreciate your assistance in this matter, Becky. I trust you’ll deliver my request into the right hands and I look forward to celebrating Deadline MonthBeckuary as soon as possible.

Yours truly,

Ruby Dixon

Dearest St. Nicholas or Father Christmas or perhaps you enjoy the title of jolly overgrown elf,

However you’d liked to be addressed, sir, please allow me to introduce myself. I’m Paul, the Duke of Southart, formally known as Lord Paul Southart.

Though you’re a figment of all of our imaginations, you do serve some higher purpose during this Christmastide season. You see, you are the epitome of hope, and I need your help.

Like me, you were a very rich man who lost his family when you were young. While you are considered a kind saint, I on the other hand, well…frankly, I’m considered nothing more than a wicked man, a wastrel of the highest aptitude (or the lowest depending on your perception). Simply put, I’m a man who does whatever his heart desires when he desires.

Yes, I’m well aware I’m a lucky man. It’s a simple truth that debauchery at the highest levels is to be envied at certain times. However, I thought perhaps this yuletide season, I might enjoy a different kind of frivolity.

You see, there is this young woman, a lady by the name of Daphne Hallworth. I can hear your thoughts churning now—at the heart of all problems is a woman. Bear with me, sir, I beg of you. Through tragic but somewhat humorous circumstances, Lady Daphne was left home alone for the holidays. Guess who just happened to find her?

Indeed, moi!

I’m not going to seduce her…at least not yet. Now, here’s where you come in, my good man. You see, Daphne is my heart’s desire. And when anything has to do with desire, I consider it my calling—my destiny to make it happen.

Lady Daphne wants to open a home for unwed mothers on the same property that I want to open a hospital to honor my late brother. With your jingle bells or red velvet suit or whatever magic you possess, you should be able to make it happen with a snap of your fingers. By and by, I’d love to have the name of your tailor if you don’t mind. I think I’d look smashing in a red velvet morning coat to usher in Christmastide.

However, I digress. What I’d really want for Christmas is for you to find me another property close to Lady Daphne’s home for unwed mothers. Such a location would serve two purposes. I’d be close to where she wants to open her charity, and I could call on her during the day and press my suit. Though her family hates me, I am determined to marry her. The devil is always in the details. However, never fear, I have a plan to iron these wrinkles out. No need for you to have your snowy white curls ruffled over such matters.

Well, that’s all I’m asking for, my good man.

Except one more, tiny little thing. Could you ensure that all those lovely readers, who enjoy a good story or two, find a couple in their stockings this Christmas? We all need a little more romance in our lives, don’t you think? I’m doing my part with Lady Daphne. I would be forever in your debt, if you do yours.

Always yours,

Southart

[ Janna MacGregor ]

Dear Santa,

Hey! It’s been a while. I think I was ten the last time I wrote you a letter. Why the seven-year gap, you ask? I’m going to be 100% honest, I’m writing this for a school project. Personally, I think it’s silly, but it’s worth the extra credit.

Last time I wrote, I didn’t get what I asked for, but to be fair, I wanted a unicorn-pegasus hybrid and since those are fictional all I got was a stuffed unicorn with some fake wings sewn on. It was a pretty ingenious, but still, kind of a disappointment, you know?

I digress.

So . . . I have a crush. On this guy. Well, okay, it’s on this character named Dustin, played by an actor named Daxton Hughes on this show called It’s My Life. This is the last season and I’ve watched every single episode since it first aired when I was twelve. So my Christmas wish would be to meet Daxton Hughes. I love the character he plays, but it would be nice to know who he really is as a person.

Assuming he won’t be under my tree on Christmas Day, you could maybe orchestrate a “chance” meeting. I envision it sort like a scene out of his show. Perhaps we meet in a coffee shop, and we can accidentally pick up each other’s drinks. He can chase after me when he realizes the mistake. We’ll brush fingertips when we trade drinks and when we look into each other’s eyes all sorts of hearts will magically appear over our heads.

Then we’ll fall madly in love, get married, and have two cats and two kids and live in a huge home on the beach, not that I’ve mentally planned that out or anything.

Thanks for indulging my ridiculous Christmas wish!

Happy Holidays,

Kailyln Flowers, 17 years-old

PS. I may or may not have been reading a lot of romance novels lately.

[ Helena Hunting ]

Dear Santa,

This is the year I turn thirty.  Alas, there can be no more denying that I am a confirmed spinster.  A shocking notion, for my twenties seem to have slipped away in a wink as I was busy caring for my aging parents and my many nieces and nephews.  In fact, I was so much needed here at home that I never even had the chance to enjoy a season in London, to dance at society balls and perhaps find a husband to love me.  Not that I’ve minded, though.  My family has always been at the very center of my existence.  However, with my siblings quarreling over which one of them deserves my free services now that our parents are gone, I have decided that it’s time for me to make a life of my own choosing.

So why write to you, dear Santa?  Perhaps because I’ll need a bit of Christmas magic in order to secure a most excellent position as governess to a duke’s sister on the neighboring estate.  You see, although I’m well qualified, my absentee employer would be Maxwell Bryce, the Duke of Rothwell, the scandalous rake who once broke my youthful heart.  If you might find a way to inspire his aunt to hire me without notifying Max, that would be the finest gift ever.  And rest assured, there should be no chance I’ll encounter Max since he hasn’t returned to his ducal estate for the past fifteen years.

Santa, please do fulfill this dearest wish of mine to become an independent woman.  It would be appreciated, too, if you might shed light on an old mystery.  When we parted all those years ago, Max promised to write to me.  I’d very much like to know why he never replied to my many letters, and what made him change from the tender, sweet boy that I once loved into an irredeemable rogue.  And if I might plead for one more question to be answered, would Max kiss me again if by chance we were to find ourselves beneath the mistletoe?  For once in my life, I’d like to be a little bit naughty!

A Merry Christmas to you and Mrs. Claus,

Miss Abby Linton, Hampshire, England

[ Olivia Drake ]

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