Subject: A Letter to Santa
From: Unicorn (unicorn@indenial.com)
Date: Tue Dec 26 2000 - 19:03:44 EST
"A Letter to Santa"
Dear Santa,
You must be surprised that I'm writing to you
today, the 26th of December.
Well, I would very much like to clear up certain
things that have occurred since the beginning
of the month, when, filled with illusion, I wrote
you my letter. I asked for a bicycle, an electric
train set, a pair of roller blades, and a football
uniform.
I destroyed my brain studying the whole year.
Not only was I the first in my class, but I had
the best grades in the whole school.
I'm not going to lie to you, there was no one in
my entire neighborhood that behaved better
than me, with my parents, my brothers, my
friends, and with my neighbors. I would go on
errands, and even help the elderly cross the
street. There was virtually nothing within reach
that I would not do for humanity.
What balls do you have leaving me a dumb
yo-yo, a stupid whistle and a pair of socks. What
the hell were you thinking, you fat son of a bitch,
that you've taken me for a sucker the whole
bitching year to come out with some crap like
this under the tree.
As if you hadn't screwed me enough, you gave
that little bastard across the street so many
toys that he can't even walk into his house.
Please don't let me see you trying to fit your big
fat arse down my chimney next year. I'll screw
you up. I'll throw rocks at those stupid reindeer
and scare them away so you'll have to walk back
to the bloody North Pole, just like what I have to
do now since you didn't get me that stupid bike.
SCREW YOU SANTA.
Next year you'll find out how bad I can be, you
FAT-SON-OF-A-BITCH.
Sincerely,
Little Johnny
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