You ask me every year, when I sit on your lap in the big shopping mall: have I been good?
Yes, Saint Nicholas, I've been good. Very good, in fact. Perhaps a little too good.
My mom told me not to talk back to adults. My dad often asks me not to make too much noise and to tidy up my room.
And at school, I'm quiet, I don't chatter during class and I do my homework well.
Nor do I say anything when Clément pulls my hair or Lucie pushes me around in the corridor.
Nor do I say anything when Thomas steals my snack or Leo spits in my lunch.
Nor do I say anything when they lock me in the bathroom for the whole recess. When they laugh and say I'm ugly or too fat or too lame.
I'm a very wise Saint Nicholas.
I deserve candy. But I'd also like a Takattak à la Récré. Because enough is enough. I can't take it anymore. I've got to learn to talk back.
Lola
Dear Saint Nicholas