Three centuries ago, when smartphones,laptops and bazookas hadn't been invented, a little kid was living in Paris. The boy's name was Mathew. He was nine year's old but he was so poor. His father was dead and his mother was cooking all day so her kids had food. Mathew couldn't endure it and he wrote a letter to Santa Claus. He wrote:

Dear Santa

I am Mathew Roberts (that was his surname)and I am from Paris. I am so poor and I can't live like this for much longer. My father is dead and my mother does everything she can. Please dear Santa, if you can, ofcourse, I don't want a present under a tree but I only want my mother to find a job so she can make some money. If you do that, I will always thank you.

Please do something.

Mathew

It was Christmas and Mathew was waiting. Someone came to his house and he wanted to meet his mother. Mathew felt that this person had been sent by Santa to give a job to his mother. His feelings were true .The job was a chef in a restaurant with a big salary for his mother. From that day, Mathew did thank Santa for ever.