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A letter to a man I have not believed in. Very well, if there is no other choice.
My father informed me every year that I knew him that you did not exist. First that such a person wouldn't exist for a child like myself. Then that you simply were not real. Since I watched the continual struggles in my family, the pain, how could he not have been right?
I want nothing for Christmas. I haven't for many years now. Not since the one thing I ever wanted was taken from me. You may take all those gifts and leave me in peace.
I can watch over the others since you are, quite simply put, useless. I will see to it that Lily keeps her smile without your pathetic nature of "giving".
Remain as you are. A failed existence to give hope to children.
- S.S.
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[Snape can be seen sitting in his home by the fire with a brow lifted.]
Letters to Santa Claus. How wonderfully childish.
Then again, I believe there are some who manage to be never grow up. So perhaps the curse is rather appropriate to their immature ways.