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'Twas the night before Christmas, not a creature was stirring. All the children were sleeping, even the Winchesters. Unbenouced to his brother and father, little Sam Winchester wrote to Santa, and unbenouced to Sam, Santa received the letter.
“Dear Santa,
This is Sam Winchester. I have never written to you, but my teacher made us write one. So here goes nothing. I don’t live in a normal house. But right now, for Christmas, we are in a motel in Wyoming, and it has a chimney. So I'm hoping you could come this year. I don't know what to really ask for, maybe just a real Christmas, something for Dean too. Maybe what I want for Christmas is for dad to be here, but I think I know he won't come, since he's on a hunting trip. So, instead, could I please have a Christmas tree? Am I allowed to ask for that? We don't have one, and I think Dean would find it fun. I'd really like it if you came this year…if you’re real.
From Sam Winchester”