Dear Santa,

You might 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.  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 neighborhood that behaved better than me, with my parents, my brothers, my friends, and my neighbors.  I would go on errands, and even help the elderly across the street.  There was virtually nothing within reach that I would not do for humanity.

What balls do you have leaving me a  $%#*&@# yo-yo, a stupid whistle and a pair of socks? What the hell were you thinking, you fat #%$*&@#, that you've taken me for a sucker the whole &%#*&@#  year to come out with some #%#*&@# like this under the tree?  As if you hadn't #%#*&@# me enough, you gave that little faggot across the street so many toys he can't even walk into his house.

Don't let me see you trying to fit your big fat #%#*&@# down my chimney next year.   I'll #%#*&@#  you up!!!!  I'll throw rocks at those stupid reindeer and scare them away so you'll have to walk back to the #%#*&@# North Pole, just like what I have to do now since you didn't get me that  #%#*&@#  bike.

#%#*& @#  SANTA!  Next year you'll find out how bad I can be, you FAT #%#*&@#

Sincerely,
Little Johnny