I am looking forward to your arrival on Halloween night. I hope you will bring me lots of presents. You must get discouraged because more people believe in Santa Claus more than in you. Well, let’s face it… Santa Claus has had more publicity. But being number two, perhaps you try harder. Everyone tells me you are a fake, but I believe in you.
P.S. If you really are a fake, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.
“Toothless? Hey, it’s me, bud. It’s me. It’s me, I’m right here, bud. Come back to me. It wasn’t your fault, bud. They… made you do it. You’d never hurt him. You’d never hurt me. Please, you… are my best friend, bud. My best friend.”
I think there must be something wrong with me, Linus. Christmas is coming, but I’m not happy. I don’t feel the way l’m supposed to feel. I just don’t understand Christmas, I guess. I like getting presents, and sending Christmas cards, and decorating trees and all that, but I’m still not happy. I always end up feeling depressed.