Day by Day

Thursday, December 09, 2004

Letters to Santa

You may seen these before. They're still good.






Dear Santa,

I wud like a kool toy space ranjur fer Xmas. Iv ben a gud boy
all yeer.

Yer Frend,

BiLLy

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Dear Billy,

Nice spelling. You're on your way to a career in lawn care.
How about I send you a fucking book so you can learn to read
and write? I'm giving your older brother the space ranger.
At least HE can spell!

Santa




Dear Santa,

I have been a good girl all year, and the only thing I ask
for is peace and joy in the world for everybody!

Love,
Sarah

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Dear Sarah,

Your parents smoked pot when they had you, didn't they?

Santa




Dear Santa,

I don't know if you can do this, but for Christmas, I'd like
for my mommy and daddy to get back together. Please see what
you can do.

Love,
Teddy

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Dear Teddy,

Look, your dad's banging the babysitter like a screen door
in a hurricane, do you think he's gonna give that up to come
back to your frigid mom, who rides his ass constantly? It's
time to give up that dream. Let me get you some nice Legos
instead.

Santa




Dear Santa,

I want a new bike, a Playstation, a train, some G.I. Joes, a
dog, a drum kit, a pony and a tuba.

Love,
Francis

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Dear Francis,

Who names their kid "Francis" nowadays? I bet you're gay.

Santa




Dear Santa,

I left milk and cookies for you under the tree, and I left
carrots for your reindeer outside the back door.

Love,
Susan

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Dear Susan,

Milk gives me the runs and carrots make the deer fart in my
face when riding in the sleigh. You want to do me a favor?
Leave me a bottle of scotch.

Santa




Dear Santa,

What do you do the other 364 days of the year? Are you busy
making toys?

Your friend,
Thomas

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Dear Thomas,

All the toys are made in China. I have a condo in Vegas,
where I spend most of my time making low-budget porno films.
I unwind by drinking myself silly and squeezing the asses of
cocktail waitresses while losing money at the craps table.
Hey, you wanted to know.

Santa




Dear Santa,

Do you see us when we're sleeping, do you really know When
we're awake, like in the song?

Love,
Jessica

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Dear Jessica,

Are you really that gullible? Good luck in whatever you do.

I'm skipping your house.

Santa




Dear Santa,

I really really want a puppy this year. Please please please
PLEASE PLEASE could I have one?

Timmy

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Timmy,

That whiney begging shit may work with your folks, but that
Crap doesn't work with me. You're getting a sweater again.

Santa




Dearest Santa,

We don't have a chimney in our house, how do you get into
our home?

Love,
Marky

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Mark,

First, stop calling yourself "Marky", that's why you're
getting your ass whipped at school. Second, you don't live
in a house, you live in a low-rent apartment complex. Third,
I get inside your pad just like all the burglars do, through
your bedroom window.

Sweet Dreams,
Santa





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