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Dear Father Christmas


AarenJ

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Hello Santa. You remember me, I'm sure. I was the young man who, one dark and stormy Christmas Eve, thought you wouldn't visit. I had just invented the gentlemanly art of fishing for cats with ham on a string.

 

I was industrious for a nine year old, but alas my parents couldn't share my beautiful vision and grounded me. The injustice!

 

I remember, Saint Nick, how you came through in the end, and left me a stocking full of presents. Frankly, old chap, I'm hoping you can bail me out again.

 

I need a white colour crystal Santa. Badly. And I'm willing to pay 14,000,000 million credits for one.

 

But that's not enough, you say? They go for 40,000,000 on the GTN?

 

Indeed. A good point, well made. That's why I offer my heart, soul and firstborn child to whomever can provide me with what I want. Do this for me, and I will be forever in your debt. And my word counts.

 

p.s. all things considered, I've been a good boy this year.

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