IT'S JOHNNY

Dear Santa,

You must be surprised that I'm writing you today, the 26th of 
Dec. Well, I would very much like to clear up certain things
that have occurred since the beginning of the month. 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 kid in my class but I had the best grades in the
whole school. I'm not gong to lie to you Santa, there was no
kid in the whole 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 across the street.
There was virtually nothing I wouldn't do for humanity.

"What balls you have leaving me a fucking yo-yo, a lame ass
whistle and a pair of socks! What the fuck were you thinking,
you fat son of a bitch, that you'd taken me for a sucker the
whole fucking year to come out with some shit like this under
the damn tree.

As if you hadn't fucked me enough, you gave that little shit
head across the street so many fucking toys, that he can't
even walk into his damn house! Please don't let me see you
trying to fit your huge ass down my chimney next year! I'll
fuck you up! I'll throw rocks at those corny ass reindeers of
yours and scare them the fuck away, so you'll have to walk
your big, fat ass back to the north pole, just like I have to
do since you didn't get me that fucking bike, you punk bastard!!
You know what Santa, FUCK YOU!! Next year you'll find out how bad
I can really fucking be! So watch your back next year.

Sincerely

Johnny