Dear Santa:

I am dead and that’s kind of a bummer because, being new to being a ghost, I have no idea how that will affect Christmas.

Being dead bites, Santa, because I don’t have an address, so how are you going to find me? I don’t have a chimney for you to come down, no milk and cookies for you, no tree or even a roof to park your sleigh on.

On the positive side, there are a lot of cool people to hang out with. Buddy Holly is here, Elvis, Janis Joplin, Rick Nelson. They were really surprised to see me because I wasn’t scheduled to be here until 2025.

No matter. I am dead and that’s that. Even dead, I am still the King of Pop. My movie did good box office. I still got it.

Anyhow, Santa, the reason for my letter is simple. I have a last request. Could there be peace on earth and good will amongst men? Seems like a big thing to ask but could you try? There’s too much killing. Too many good souls being snuffed out.

I know that you will give it your best shot.

Your friend,

Michael Jackson