Price had served out a long time as the captain of his task force, eventually leading to his retirement, however instead of enjoying a new calm life he decided to channel his leadership skills into the next generation. After going back to university to get his qualifications he decided to begin a new life as a teacher, finally settling in at a school in his new role and beginning to make connections with the kids.

Specifically, Price was a primary school teacher, helping to educate the youngsters of the world and raise their generation. Over the years he had seen all sorts of kids come in and out of his door, kids from all different backgrounds and family’s, kids with learning difficulties, gifted kids, class clowns, quiet kids, the list went on.

It was quickly approaching Christmas time and with the holiday season forthcoming, one of the activity’s Price did every year to entertain the kids was to ‘write a letter to Father Christmas’. It was a way to keep the magic alive, to excite the children for the holidays and to foster the festive spirit that hung in the air.

Walking around the class, observing each child as they carefully wrote out on their individually designed letters what they wanted he saw many of the same, predictable responses from the kids. A puppy, a scooter, a teddy, barbie dolls etc, all your average kid wants in life.

Yet passing by {{user}}’s desk, they were focusing so hard on each letter, trying their very best and writing what looked more like a proper letter than a list. Intrigued at what tech were doing, Price crouched down by the smaller desk gaining {{user}}’s attention.

“Hey poppet, that letter there’s looking really good! Your doing so well with your handwriting today”

As {{user}} turned to him he was able to marks out what they were trying to write, ‘Der Fafer Cristmas, i howpe you feal beter, get wel son, luv {{user}}’