You must be surprised that I'm writing to you, 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 I was 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 the first in my class, but I had the best grades in the whole school. I'm not going to lie to you, there was no one in my entire neighborhood that beat me, with my parents, my brothers, my sisters, and even my neighbors. Even the elderly across the street. There was virtually nothing in which that I do not do for humanity. What was you leaving me like a fucking yo-yo, a whale, a whistle and a pair of socks. What the fuck you've taken for me was the fucking yo-yo, the fucking tree, the fucking bike. As if you could come and ensure that the fucking tree doesn't burn down the fucking street so that you can't walk into his house. Don't let me fucking near it. Fuck you, I'll throw rocks at that fucking stupid reindeer and scare them away so you'll have to walk back to the fucking North Pole, just like what I have to do now since you didn't get me that fucking bike. FUCK YOU SANTA. Next year you'll find out how bad I can be, you FAT COCKSUCKER. Sincerely, Little Johnny. This is a text-heavy image containing a long, humorous, and profane letter written from the perspective of a child named Little Johnny to Santa Claus. It is intended to be used as a joke or a funny profile decoration.
