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 occured since the beginning of the month, when, filled with illusion, I wrote you my letter. I asked for a bicycle, and electic 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 in the whole school. I'm not going to lie to you, there was no one 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 you have leaving me a f*cking yoyo,  a lame whistle and a pair of ugly socks. What the f*ck were you thinking, you fat prick, that you've taken me for a sucker the whole f*cking year to come out with some sh*t like this under the tree. As if you hadn't f*cked 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 @$$ down my chimney next year. I'll f*ck you up. I'll throw rocks at those stupid reindeer and scare them away so you'll have to walk back to the f*cking North Pole, just like what I have to do now since you didn't get me that f*cking bike. F|_|CK YOU SANTA. Next year you'll find out how bad I can be, you BIG FAT C0CKS|_|CKING @$$H0LE!!!!!

 

Sincerely,

 

Little Johnny

 

P.S. You nit, Mother F'in b'tch go f'ck your mom you f'cking perv'rt F"CK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!