Dear Santa,
I'm gettin' nuttin' for Christas,
mommy and daddy are broke.
Yet if I were ta'ask for sumin',
what I'd ask for be hope.
Yet we all know Santa ain't real,
its just daddy under the tree.
but if daddy is off drinking...
who's this stranger moms kissing I see?
So despite bein' a non-believer,
and always bein' so bad.
I decided to write you this letter,
for Xmas could you kill mom and dad?
I know its the middle of summer,
and you're probably preparing.
but the fact prep takes you 364 days,
is probably just a red-haring.
I know I ain't got nun faith,
but I'm hoping this letter you'll revive.
En if mama and papa wake up dead,
I promise'ya I'll believe.
If not that, at least give daddy a job,
one that he will keep.
En stop mommy from cryin'
every night in her sleep.
Fer Santa if ya ain't gonna kill'em,
the least ya can do is show'em some sense,
put the faith back in their hearts...
and help them love their kids...
signed,
-A naughty one.
