This article is published in number 51 of Vanity Fair on newsstands until December 22, 2020
There are five days to Christmas. My parents ask me to write the letter to “Santa Claus”, they do it by giving themselves the usual comic elbow and smiling only at 180 degrees because the mouth cannot overcome the anatomical block of the ears. The non-verbal language is clear, “Father Christmas is me and mom”, but what I have in front of me is a great opportunity: to overestimate myself at least once in my life.
Instinct takes a sheet full of glitter, closes the young synapses to avoid the usual sabotage that unfortunately will take over from the age of ten and writes: «Dear … Santa Claus, I am a very good girl of seven. This year, more than ever, I deserve your gifts because I helped the poor, I fed the stray dogs, I helped the old ladies to cross the street and I have longed for peace in the world. I’m not jealous of my brothers, I love everyone and I care about my parents. I’m pretty, I brush my teeth, do my homework and cook for my parents because they come back tired from work. I really think I’m very special and intelligent, which is the most important thing, I know I deserve great gifts but if you have to bring them to others it doesn’t matter, so much for me mom and dad will surely think about it. I deserve it. Good work, see you soon. Amber”.
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