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 letters. I
asked for, a bicycle, an electric Train set, a pair of roller blades, and a football
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 fucking , a stupid whistle and a pair of
socks. What the fuck were you Thinking, you fat son of a bitch, that you' 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 faggot 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 ass down my chimney next
year. I' ll fuck you up. I' ll Throw rocks at those stupid 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, Sata. Next year'
you' ll find out how bad I can be, you fat !