Dear Santa
Here live from the second class of the day B-TRACK!
Its 9:28am, school ends at 12:15. if i were good at math, id do the math, only i'm not, so i wont. you do the math!
My brother, james, has wizzed off the the bahamas, without me. Now of course i'm not stupid enough to belive that when Nate invited him to the bahamas he lay in bed crying for a while because i could not go. but that wouldve been nice. anyways. He has promised to bring me back presents. isn't that nice? I'll be home in my awesome room and my awesome new bed awaiting his return with gifts. hes a regular santa clause, is he not?
Speaking of wich i feel i should write a very long letter to the north pole.
Dear Santa Claus
i found some of my presents in my mothers bed room and id like a formal response and appology on why you are making my mother go shopping for my gifts. don't you know shes had a hard year? With the few days of bitter cold we had last week, and the basement flooding. and now with her operation just over the hill! you have elves for these things, and dear lord i know my mothers not an elf! shes normal height, and her ears, altho a bit on the big side are not pointed! she wears seven jeans not litle elf suits, so why is she slaving away for you, a big fat man whose probably smoking a cigar, drinking a class of gin, and sitting in a big chair by the fire? It isnt right! You have all year to prepare for this coming friday night, all year, and not only have you procrastinated (something my father tells me should not be done)but you've gotten a middle aged british woman to do your dirty work! this will simply not do! You need to order your priorities...you should only have one priority Santa, gifts, making children, mothers, father, grandparents and so on happy. its all we ask, and is it so much? i dont think so!
Santa Claus...i'm thoroughly shocked, ashamed, and disapointed in you.
Sincerely Kate Robinson
P.S. Don't forget i want a camera phone, whatever my dad tells you...or my mother, i need that phone. It'll make people like me.
Its 9:28am, school ends at 12:15. if i were good at math, id do the math, only i'm not, so i wont. you do the math!
My brother, james, has wizzed off the the bahamas, without me. Now of course i'm not stupid enough to belive that when Nate invited him to the bahamas he lay in bed crying for a while because i could not go. but that wouldve been nice. anyways. He has promised to bring me back presents. isn't that nice? I'll be home in my awesome room and my awesome new bed awaiting his return with gifts. hes a regular santa clause, is he not?
Speaking of wich i feel i should write a very long letter to the north pole.
Dear Santa Claus
i found some of my presents in my mothers bed room and id like a formal response and appology on why you are making my mother go shopping for my gifts. don't you know shes had a hard year? With the few days of bitter cold we had last week, and the basement flooding. and now with her operation just over the hill! you have elves for these things, and dear lord i know my mothers not an elf! shes normal height, and her ears, altho a bit on the big side are not pointed! she wears seven jeans not litle elf suits, so why is she slaving away for you, a big fat man whose probably smoking a cigar, drinking a class of gin, and sitting in a big chair by the fire? It isnt right! You have all year to prepare for this coming friday night, all year, and not only have you procrastinated (something my father tells me should not be done)but you've gotten a middle aged british woman to do your dirty work! this will simply not do! You need to order your priorities...you should only have one priority Santa, gifts, making children, mothers, father, grandparents and so on happy. its all we ask, and is it so much? i dont think so!
Santa Claus...i'm thoroughly shocked, ashamed, and disapointed in you.
Sincerely Kate Robinson
P.S. Don't forget i want a camera phone, whatever my dad tells you...or my mother, i need that phone. It'll make people like me.
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