There was a guy who worked for the Post Office whose job it was to process all the mail that had strange addresses. One day, a letter came addressed in a shaky handwriting to Santa Claus. He thought he should open it to see what it was about. The letter read:
Dear Santa,
I am an 83 year old widow, living on a very small pension. Next Sunday is Christmas, and I'd love to invite two of my friends over for dinner, but I have nothing to buy food with. I have no family to turn to, and you are my only hope. Can you please help me?
Sincerely,
Edna
The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all the other workers. Each one dug into his or her wallet and came up with a few dollars. By the time he made the rounds, he had collected $96, which they put into an envelope and sent to the woman. The rest of the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of Edna and the dinner she would be able to share with her friends.
Christmas came and went. A few days later, another letter came from the old lady addressed to Santa. All the workers gathered around while the letter was opened. It read:
Dear Santa,
How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me? Because of your gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious dinner for my friends. We had a very nice day and I told my friends of your wonderful gift. By the way, there was $4 missing. I think it must have been those thieving bastards at the Post Office.
Sincerely,
Edna
