Dear Santa.
You must bes appris ed that I We writing to you today, the with
of December. well, I would very much like to near to a, attain
things that have oar: wed since the beginning of the month,
when, filled with illusion, I wrote you my gettint asked for a
an electric. train set, a pair of roller blades, and a
football uniforming destroyed my brain studying the whole
year. Not only was I the first in my owes ' butt had the best
grades in the whole . hool. I' in mot 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 Grass the / there was virtually nothing within
reach that I would not do f or humanity. What baits you have
leaving me a t' bolling yaw, a lame whistle and a pair of ugly
sock. What the fuck were you thinking, you fat prick, that
Venice when me for a sucker the whole fut. king year to c, ome
out with someshit the this under the tree. As if you hadn' t
wau, little quiff. accross the street
so many toys that he tran' t even walk into his ho use. Dent let
me see you trying to fit your big fat ass down my chimney
next year. I‘ ll fuel: you uni ‘ll throw rook: at those stupid
reindeer and some them away so you' ll have to walk back to
the he king North Pole} ust like whati have to do now sinc. e
you dida' t get me that he king bike. FUCK YOU sewn. Next
year yo Eli find out how bad: Gan be, you FAT COC ITOUCH ER.
Sincerely '
Little Johnny
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