Dear Santa

Via my cousin Oliver

Dear Santa,

How are you? How is Mrs. Claus?  I hope everyone, from the reindeer to the
elves, is fine.  I have been a very good boy this year.  I would like an
X-Box 360 with Call of Duty IV and an iPhone 4 for Christmas.  I hope you
remember that come Christmas Day.

Merry Christmas,

Timmy Jones

Dear Timmy,

Thank you for you letter. Mrs. Claus, the reindeer and the elves are all
fine and thank you for asking about them.  Santa is a little worried all the
time you spend playing video games and texting.  Santa wouldn’t want you to
get fat.  Since you have indeed been a good boy, I think I’ll bring you
something you can go outside and play with.

Merry Christmas,

Santa Claus

Mr. Claus,

Seeing that I have fulfilled the “naughty vs. nice” contract, set by you I
might add, I feel confident that you can see your way clear to granting me
what I have asked for.  I certainly wouldn’t want to turn this joyous season
into one of litigation.  Also, don’t you think that a jibe at my weight
coming from an overweight man who goes out once a year is a bit trite?

Respectfully,

Tim Jones

Mr. Jones,

While I have acknowledged you have met the “nice” criteria, need I remind
you that your Christmas list is a request and in no way is it a guarantee
of services provided.  Should you wish to pursue legal action, well that is
your right.  Please know, however, that my attorney’s have been on retainer
ever since the Burgermeister Meisterburger incident and will be more than
happy to take you on in open court.  Additionally, the exercise I alluded to
will not only improve your health, but also improve you social skills and
potentially help clear up a complexion that looks like the bottom of the
Burger King fry bin most days.

Very Truly Yours,

S Claus

Now look here Fat Man,

I told you what I want and I expect you to bring it.  I was attempting to
be polite about this but you brought my looks and my friends into this.  Now
you just be disrespecting me.  I’m about to tweet my boys and we’re gonna be
waiting for your fat ass and I’m taking my game console, my game, my
phone, and whatever else I want.  WHAT EVER I WANT, MAN!

T-Bone

Listen Pizza Face,

Seriously???  You think a dude that breaks into every house in the world on
one night and never gets caught sweats a skinny g-banger wannabe?  “He sees
you when you’re sleeping; He knows when you’re awake”.  Sound familiar,
genius?  You know what kind of resources I have at my disposal.  I got your sh*t
wired, Jack.  I go all around the world and see ways to hurt people that if
I described them right now, you’d throw up your Totino’s pizza roll all
over the carpet of your mom’s basement.  You’re not getting what you asked
for, but I’m still stopping by your crib to stomp a mud hole in you’re a** and
then walk it dry.  Chew on that, Petunia.

S Clizzy

Dear Santa,

Bring me whatever you see fit.  I’ll appreciate anything.

Timmy

Timmy,

That’s what I thought you little bastard.

Santa

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3 Responses to Dear Santa

  1. No Chimney.. I guess that’s It..
    lol

  2. fitzythird says:

    See…this is why Santa always scared me as a boy….not that I’m a girl now, I meant it in the youthful sense……seriously, I’m still a male just older now, a lot older, 48 for Christ’s sake…and I’m not scared of him any more but as a YOUNG BOY, yes I was scared and these letters from him to fat Timmy prove why……
    Great piece….laughing still……

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