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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, when 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 world not do for humanity. What balls do you have leaving
me a fucking yo-yo, 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 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 SANTA. Next year
you'll find out how bad I can be, you FAT-SON-OF-A-BITCH.
Sincerely, Little Johnny
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