Dear Santa,I don’t believe in your theory of naughty and niceI was never naughty, nor was I ever nice,And yet you have always given me presents,So you too think naughty and nice is just a pretenseUtter nonsense?
Dear Santa,This year, give me the courage to be less outspokenBut still keep me honest.And if you plan on keeping me outspokenThen give me the brains to let me know where I should keep my mouth shutI am tired of hearing shocked tut-tuts
Dear Santa,I wish you would teach everyone That being happy is better than being rightBecause even you don’t believe in naughty and niceYou just want everyone to be happy and thatIs what everyone must want for themselves
Dear Santa,I don’t wanna lose weightCos I am tired of trying. So whatever you bring meLet it not be a weighing machineGive me the brains to understandThat I am perfect as I am!
Dear Santa,Does Mrs Claus get angry when you leave her alone on Christmas?I am sure she must be used to it by now,But if she gets mad at you, how do you make her smile again?How do you coax and cajole her?Teach me your tricks that ensure marital bliss!
And last, but not the least, Dear Santa,May my backward ass country be more accepting Change laws that were written aeons agoCos God is not upset nor does he remember nor does he care! He has better things to do. Clearly!Gift my country’s 1.237 billion people their right to choose.Woah that’s a big number, I swear it’s true!
Say “Hi” to Mrs Claus for me!Kisses to you both! Muahh!
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