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Sarah Sues Santa – P.J. Leonard

same postman, hadn't it? He hadn't noticed her, though, and he didn't look so magical right now. He
seemed...bored, actually.
"Everything alright?" Said Dad, "Should I go back?"
"N...no, it's OK..." said Sarah, and she sat down, her mind spinning faster than the car wheels all the
way home.

When they got home, Sarah shot straight up the stairs and into her room. The letter she'd written to
Santa was no longer on her writing desk. She'd definitely written it, hadn't she?
So what had really happened then? Had that all been real? Or had it all been one huge dream? That
had definitely been the same postman. But that still didn't really explain it. Sarah could've seen that
postman walking up and down her street a hundred times and not really noticed, but maybe her
brain had remembered his face and locked it away, using it in her dream.
Maybe it was a bit of both - a dream, but some kind of magic had put it in her head. So...if that was
true, then maybe Santa was real after all, and he'd planned the whole thing...
Sarah smiled and shook her head. It doesn't matter.
She stared out of the window at the gently falling flakes of snow. It really does not matter…

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