dear santa.... Dear Santa, You might be surprised I'm writing to you today, the 26th of December. Well, I would very much like to clear up certain things that have occured since the beginning of the month, when filled with illusion, I wrote you a letter. I asked for a bicycle, an electric train set, a pair of rollerblades 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 on the whole school. I'm not going to lie to you, there was no-one in the entire neighborhood that behaved better than me, with my parents, my brothers, my friends and with my neighbours. I would go on errands, and even help the elderly across the street. There was virtually nothing within reach that I wouldnt do for humanity. What balls you have leaving me a fucking yoyo, a lame whistle and a pair of ugly socks. What the fuck were you thinking, you fat prick- that you've taken me for a sucker the whole fucking year to come out with some shit like this under the tree? As if you hadn't fucked me enough, you gave that little quiff across the street so many toys that he can't even walk into his house. Don't let me see you trying to fit your big fat ass down my chimney next year. I'll fuck you up. I'll throw rocks at your reindeer and scare them away so you'll have to walk back to the fucking North Pole - just like what i have to do now since you didn't get me that fucking bike. FUCK YOU SANTA. Next year you will find out how bad i can be, you FAT COCKSUCKER. Sincerely, Little Johnny.
:rofl: *WARNING* If you insist on misleading your children along on the "you better be good or Santa won't bring what u want" trip, make sure they get what they want at xmas if they've been good or they'll turn into right nasty little bastards!!!
