Hi, Nicolas

Hello, Saint Nicholas.

I wish you kindness.

May I whisper something to you?

I am of Ukrainian origin,

But I no longer live there because of bullying.

My peers mocked me.

It was a nightmare.

But I did not give up — I kept going.

My curse is this:

I lived there,

Among people

Who were not people at all.

They were inhuman.

Because of their ball games and their fights,

I still have constant headaches.

I stand as if before a fortune-teller,

But nothing really works out.

How long can this go on, my heart?

Tell me, what is happening to you?

You keep pounding

Like a frightened child.

Oh, child, do you often have headaches?

You know, I will tell you a story —

Boys are often afraid to confess their feelings,

And they resort to charms.

Let me ask you something:

How do you get rid

Of someone who does not love you

And does not value you?

You know, Santa, I do not want violence.

I cannot bear anger,

Nor the meaning of that “love potion.”

I cannot bear it, and I do not want it —

I simply try to forget

The person I loved

With all my heart.

You know, dear Nicholas,

I dream of a tablet,

But I will buy the tablet and phone myself.

I do not dream of an iPhone — I want Oukitel.

I wish you would gift it to me.

But you know, maybe ask Santa that through me,

And from yourself,

Give me only health.

I simply want not to be sick.

I want to live happily.

Do you believe in my strength?

I am discouraged and abandoned.

Do you know that?

Thank you, Saint Nicholas.

Thank you so much.