letter to santa
Mr.Kringle.
In regaurds to well you already know
This Christmas morning I didn't get snow
Twas the night before christmas decorating my tree
leaving plenty of room for gifts you'll bring me
One large red stocking hung left of the tree
The name at the top simply reads me
You know if I've been bad or good so the story books say
Then where the hell were my gifts come christmas day?
Early that morning I jumped from bed
To find no gifts but a mess instead
Only crumbs from the snack I left upon the sill
I hope it was to your liking and the rieghndeer got thier
fill
cleaning up milk glass that somehow got broke
Thinking to myself this must be a joke
Now the morning over taking down Mr.Tree
Mopping up soot prints from your visit to me
You know when I am sleeping, You Know when I'm awake.
Then you also know that I believe
Your a big fat f---ing fake!