Dear Gwen, thank you for your letter and, heh, brilliant picture. Your request for a pink...

Gwen:

[Gwen's letter to Santa]
Dear Santa, are you real? If you live at the North Pole, how come I can't see your house when I look on Google Earth? Are you Saint Nicholas? Because you'd be incredibly old. How do you have time to read all the letters from all the children in the world? And how many cookies and mince pies have you eaten in all of history? How do you get all the presents in the sack? Does your sack have to get bigger every year because of exponential population growth? And how do you get down the chimneys? I put my head in ours and it's really small. Even if you could just squeeze down it in just one minute, there's nine houses in my road so that's nearly ten minutes. And there are millions of roads in the world. It must be so hard being Santa these days. I mean, what if after all of that, I'm staying at Grandma's? Santa, how can you get round the whole world in just one night? My friend said that you'd have to go so fast, it would make you and the sleigh and the reindeer all burn up. I think you are real. But how do you do it? For Christmas I would love a pink Twinkle Bike with stabilizers. But please do not bring it if it makes you and the reindeers burn. Love, Gwen Hines. 23 Mimosa Avenue, Trelew, Cornwall, England. Arthur:
[Arthur hangs up the picture Gwen drew of Santa and replies]
Dear Gwen, thank you for your letter and, heh, brilliant picture. Your request for a pink Twinkle Bike will be passed on to Santa. And, yes, do believe in Santa. He is real. He's the greatest man ever. And he can get around the world to every child without a single reindeer getting roasted ali... hurt. By the time the sun comes up on Christmas Day, he'll get to you toousing his special magic. [Rhe Glitter pen that Arthur used to write 'MAGIC' dissolves into a starry night and the main opening credits roll]