A LETTER TO SANTA.......December 26, 1998
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, 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 Fucking, Yoyo, a stupid whistle and
a pair of Socks! What the Fuck were you thinking, you Fat Son of a Bitch,
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 Homo 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 I do since
you didn't get me that Fucking bike!
FUCK YOU SANTA Next year you'll find out how bad I can be,
you FAT S.O.B!
Sincerely,
Denis.
