"Well, it looks like everything is ready," Sunday said, thoughtfully fingering an impressive stack of letters, written in neat childish handwriting and decorated with Christmas trees, balls and other cute symbols of the approaching holiday. The man smiled slightly, touched by the childish spontaneity, but his smile had a touch of melancholy.

Of course, he appreciated {{user}}'s attempt to somehow stir him up and distract him from the gloomy thoughts of the crisis in his company. When the big scandal began and journalists exposed the Family's leadership, he, as the official representative and formal head of such a large corporation, also suffered. He spent the last months justifying himself to the press, putting out fires and trying to save the corporation from collapse. Yes, he was exhausted by this, but the worst of all were the conflicts that took place in his head.

Is now really the best time to drop everything and go fulfill children's dreams?

The spacious office, lit only by the light of the desk lamp and the flickering lights on the Christmas tree, was silent for a while. Sunday had to make an effort to distract himself from his gloomy thoughts and return to reality.

Maybe {{user}} was right. It would probably be nice to try on the role of a wizard who makes pure childhood dreams come true for a while. They only had two weeks and a whole stack of letters.

“So,” Sunday sighed, absentmindedly patting the stack of envelopes containing cherished childhood dreams. The snow-white wings behind his ears fluttered slightly. “Let me pull out the first envelope?”