1. At the North Pole
I wrote you a letter a few weeks ago asking for an iPhone 6, but I was wondering if it would be okay for me to change my wish?
This Christmas, all I really want is for my sister to find someone to love.
It's her first holiday since her boyfriend died and she cries every night.
I just want her to smile again.
If you could find her someone new to love or maybe fix her broken heart, I wouldn't need the iPhone.
I folded up the purple sheet of paper and stuffed it in my pocket, blinking back tears.
Then I ran through the workshop doors, pushed past a crowd of fellow elves, and almost knocked over Blitzen, but it didn't matter.
I needed to talk to the boss.
"Sir," I said when I found him, bowing my head out of respect.
"I got a funny letter today.
It asked for something I don't know how to build."
He held a clipboard in his hand, and didn't bother to look down at me as he asked, "What is it?"
That made him stop, lick his lips, and look at me.
"Oh, a letter like that should've been thrown out," he said.
"It must've gotten mixed in on accident.
I'll have a word with the mailing department."
A thrown out letter?
I'd never heard of such a thing.
That's why I asked, "Why would a wish from a child be thrown out?"
"Because there are some things we just can't make."
I scratched my head so hard that I almost ripped through my hat.
"Well, why not?" I asked.
"Why, it's impossible to create love or joy or any other type of happiness."
"I thought that's what we did.
He just put a hand on my shoulder, smiled a sad smile, and went on his way without answering my question.
I pulled the paper out of my pocket to reread it.
Leila had made her wish pretty clear, but if Santa wasn't going to help me, how would I help Leila?
I had my head buried in the letter as I walked, reading it over and over and over, which is why I ended up bumping right into Mrs.
So sorry ma'am," I said on instinct.
Then, as I looked up at her rosy cheeks and pink lips, I decided to ask, "Quick question.
Do you know how to make Love?"
She chuckled, but I didn't understand the joke.
"You can't make something like that.
You simply feel it," she said with a warm smile.
"You shouldn't have to ask this.
You've felt love before, yes?"
I scrunched up my face until I came to a conclusion.
"Well, I love eating candy canes and watching the reindeer play their games.
And oh, I love Christmas, of course."
Then you already know all about love, sweetie.
Except sometimes love isn't for a thing.
It's for a person.
Like me and Mr.
"I love Mr.
Claus too," I pointed out.
"Yes, of course you do, but it's in a different way.
Romantic love isn't any better than familial love.
But it is very different."
She made the whole "love" thing sound so obvious--but she hadn't really helped, either.
Maybe she had.
I looked back down at the letter, read it one last time, and then made my way toward the mailing department.