A ministry of magic official from the general owl post office was sorting the mail at a local muggle post office when he came across this letter.
Dear Santa Claus,
Mom wants me to write to you because she says even though you are not mentioned in any wizarding book I should believe in you. I mean an old man with a long beard on a rain deer sleigh sounds like Aberforth got confounded and didn’t use a disillusionment charm. But my parents believed in you growing up and you were their favourite part about Christmas(I did too before I started at Hogwarts). Though I think dad’s best part is egg nog, he just doesn’t want to argue with mom.
I am a witch and studied at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. And to be honest I am appalled at the leniency the ministry officials have shown in dealing with you(if in fact you exist) jingling on that sleigh in plain sight. And to think harry and Ron got into so much trouble over a flying car.
But I do like all the stories about you. Did the ministry ask you to use the floo network? Is that why you are always spotted near the fireplaces?
The muggle kids ask you for presents each year. Mom and dad get me wonderful ones (yes I know it’s not you). And after all I have said i can imagine you think this letter is worse than a howler. You should know Ron (I guess you can call him my boyfriend, we havn’t made it official yet) never forgets to remind me of how I can be a know-it-all and Luna(a dreamy witch who believes in crumpled horn snorkacks) thinks I can be narrow minded. But I don’t hate you, I would rather like to believe you exist (but Bathilda not mentioning you in A History of Magic seems a bit odd don’t you think?)
I will tell you what I wish for this Christmas. Maybe you get me a present even if it is only to prove I am wrong (because i would sooner wear dirigible plum earrings than picture you dashing through the snow).
Freedom for house elves, they still seem to be resisting my efforts to free them (don’t think you can help with that though)
An early edition of hogwarts a history.
A friend for crookshanks (with scabbers gone he really has no one to play with)
A two-way-mirror (Ron still shouts into the receiver and besides the village telephone is not very practical for a late night conversation)
So I hope you get this. And happy Christmas!
PS I am sending this by muggle post because I know the Wizards sort out mail before it reaches the muggle postoffice; and also I don’t want to send Pig on a wild hippogriff chase.