Emad Barsoum writes: From Santa with Love
Dear Children of the world,
For thousands of years, I have been dedicated to visit each one of you, read your letters, bring you what you wished for, regardless of what you did because you are angels and the most beautiful thing on our planet. You are the daily sunshine, the softest melody, and the ones who give us a perpetual hope for a better tomorrow.
My children, forgive me, this year I will not be able to come and visit you. I will not enjoy the cookies you leave for me and the warm fresh glass of milk that I wait for every year. Unfortunately, I am not allowed to visit, due to a bad illness that came from a new bug and I am afraid that I might accidently bring it with me and affect you.
However, I will not stop going to all the children around the world who have caught this bad bug and others who have different kinds of illness to be with them, make them laugh, bring their favourite toys, and sing with them all the wonderful melodies that children sing in all the languages of the world.
I will spend the time with children in the camps made for people who were driven out of their homes, because of mad groups that hate life and kill hope. I will cheer the children who lost their beloved ones in conflicts, bombs, segregation, simply because they do not want to follow those bad people.
I will carry lots of warm blankets for the children who sleep without covers, or who sleep without shelter.
I will go and fight the evil people who use children for the bad things in the world, those people who are worse than the devil himself.
I will delivery to the children of the world, who have no education, some pencils and paper so they can learn how to read and write.
I will be with those who have no one to be with, who will receive the New Year with no beloved ones.
I will not forget those children who will wake up early to go to their work, while they should be at school, and tell all those who employ them to stop such crime towards the children.
Above all I will bring with me lots of food for those who will spend the night without it, so please tell the people in your cities who have plenty of food to help me with some, so I can get it to all those children who need it.
Remember my children; I have all the names of the children in the world that I am going to see that night. Their names are written in Six Thousand and Five Hundred different languages, this is the number of languages spoken in the world, but I know them one by one, and those children follow about Four Thousand and Three Hundred different beliefs, yet they are my wonderful children and I love them the same way.
Before I wish you a Happy New Year, I will share my secret with you, but keep it!
My real name is Humanity, and Your Grandma, her name is the Earth.
Happy New Year…