Destination Lapland

Dear Mister Santa,

Time has come to write you my letter, also this year.

First, how are you? How are things with you? Has it snowed enough? Has the cost of wood increased?

Here, the cost of living has skyrocketed and perhaps soon there will also be rationing of electricity, so a rather austere winter is expected. Despite this, the Mayor of my city said in a press release that Christmas will be saved. There will be lights!

I thought a lot about this thing and I finally understood who you really are, dear Mr. Santa.

Excluding my father, my uncle and every male relative in the world… you are a super hero. I think this is the reason for your mystification.

Your power doesn’t consist in making the sled fly, Rudolph already takes care of that. You manage to make every December 25th “a magical moment”, despite natural disasters, wars, pandemics, famines… but how do you do it? Tell me, please, if this is not the work of a super hero?!

Now that I’ve understood it, I don’t feel like making any more requests and I can’t wait your advent, so at least, the light won’t fail.

But how do you want milk? Almond, soy or vaccine?