WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF::
1. I made a move on u:
2. I kissed you:
3. I lived next door to you:
4. I started smoking:
5. I asked you on a date:
6. I ran away from home:
7. I got into a fight and you weren't there?
8. i asked u out?

::WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY::
9. Personality:
10. Eyes:
11. Hair:
12. Body:

::HAVE YOU EVER:: yes or no onli..!!!!!
13. Lied to make me feel better?
15. Wanted to kiss me?
16. Wanted me to be ur gf?
17. Wanted to kill me?
18. Broke my heart?
19. Kept something important from me?
20. Wanted to annoy me?
21:fuck me
::WOULD YOU only yes or no!!!!!!!!
22: Be my friend?
23. Kiss me?
24. Makeout with me?
25. Love me?
26. Love me as a bf?

Dear Santa,

You must be surprised that I’m writing to you today, the 26th of December.
Well, I would very much like to clear up certain things that have occurred since the beginning of the month. When filled with illusion I wrote you my letter.

I asked for a bicycle, an electric train set, a pair of roller blades, and a football uniform. I destroyed my brain studying the whole year. Not only was I the first in my class, but also I had the best grades in the whole school. I’m not going to lie to you; there was no one in my entire neighbourhood that behaved better than me, with my parents, my brothers, my friends, and my neighbours. I would go on errands and even helped the elderly cross the road. There was virtually nothing in reach that I would not do for humanity.

What sort of balls do you have leaving me a fucking yo-yo, a poxy whistle and a pair of fucking socks? What the fuck were you thinking, you fat fucking son of a bitch. You’ve taken me for a sucker the whole fucking year to come out with this fucking shit that I found under the tree. As if you hadn’t fucked me enough, you gave that little prick across the road so many toys he can’t even walk into his house. The little kunt didn’t know what to play with first. I soon fixed that for the fucking little faggot.

Please don’t let me see you trying to get your big fat fucking arse down my chimney next year. I’ll fuck you up. I’ll stick the biggest fucking pitchfork I can find right up your fat fucking arse. I’ll throw rocks at your fucking reindeers and scare them away to fuck, then you can walk home you bollix, just like I have to walk since I didn’t get the fucking bike I asked for.

FUCK YOU SANTA,

LITTLE JOHNNY.