Dear Father Christmas,

I have learned something terrible, and I hope you can help me. I have learned I am to be a Watcher. I do not want to be a Watcher. I want to be a fighter pilot and defend my country. Or perhaps a grocer, if there is no need for fighter pilots when I am grown.
You must tell papa and grams that I can not be a Watcher. If you tell them, they will listen. Papa does not listen to me, he makes boring speeches. Once he even made that girl talk to me. The one who practically lives with us. I hate her. I know it is wrong to hate, but I hate her. She is not part of our family, no matter what papa and mama say! They love her more than they love me, and if I don't become a Watcher they shant love me at all! It's not fair!

I shall never be a Watcher. I will become a witch instead, like mama. Then they will love me. I will be a good witch. I can be a witch and a fighter pilot at the same time. Then they will love me. Or a witch and a grocer. And I shall never waste my time with girls. I don't like girls, they have germs. Except mama.

But as I was saying, you must convince papa and mama and grams I am not to be a Watcher, no matter what. I shall leave crumpets and warm milk for you by the tree.

Sincerely,
Rupert