Dear Santa, this year
in principle I do not miss anything ...
Already many things: a job that allows me to take my many whims, a health fair, certainly not of iron, but oh well, just settle, and finally, even my loved ones know they're good.
What more could I ask?! You
rather, I have recently heard that you getting hurt.
bad thing that was not enough for children, who soon discover that there is, you give up there with your reindeer, and directly address the various fathers, grandfathers and uncles.
pragmatic What the fuck.
Now exit this strange story is that you are a bluff, that you invented Coca Cola!
What a disappointment ... I hope so much that is not true.
You know, I was a child, I trusted you, and though he is now an adult, those memories are fond.
To me they were magical moments, like when I wrote the letters and you always fool me.
I ask you a toy and you zaccc ... get a sweatshirt. Damn stingy
had perhaps afraid to spoil me?
You saw what happened to my life then: that instead of spoiled grew vicious.
Which, you have to admit, it is even worse.
Here, just because you're responsible for this, a desire, at least one, I'll grant you:
I say ... not t 'makes a Audrey Tautou from decorated with bows and put under my Christmas tree? I swear that you
mica the spoils, right just a bit, 'and then give it back to the joy of someone else.
I'm counting.
Hello.
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