He writes a letter to Santa. A maid rests next to the chair.

The Son:

Do you want to write a letter to Santa?

The Sister:

and no.

The Son:

Why is?

The Sister:

I don’t seem to need anything.

The Son:

Do you need a new boot? My grandmother has a grocery.

The Sister:

Well, a lotus, maybe you need it.

The next day, they found a letter written by a caring grandson.

“Dear Santa Claus. My name is 60 years old. Give me a new lap for the New Year.”