Dear Santa Sarkar,
I know you love me. I know you do not wish to neglect me — as a mai-baap sarkar, you can’t neglect me. Ever since I can remember you have been telling us — your dear, dependent children — how much you care for us, how much you are doing for us, and how much more you will do if only we return your affection through the ballot box. Like indulgent parents, you play Santa Claus to us, you fill our stockings with generous gifts at least once in five years. We love you.