I got bored and started looking around on the net for stuff to do and i found this thingy at http://www.wtv-zone.com/LadyBoheme/dearsanta.html
This is the one Harlstar made:
Dear Santa,
I have been a good boy.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Crystel's Christmas party. It was Jamie who spiked the punch with too much Beer. I can't help it if I drank 13 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like Crap-smell.
I thought it was funny when I put Crystel's Dress on my head and danced the Tango on the Chair while singing `Papercut'. I didn't mean to break Crystel's TV and don't know why Crystel would sue me for Adultery.
I don't remember calling Joseph's wife a Fat Pig---even though she looked like one with Red eye shadow and Blue lipstick!
And when I threw up on Jesse's husband's Head, it was only because I ate too much of that Fish.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Car through my neighbor's Kitchen. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a retarded dog and have me arrested for Drunk and disorderly behavior!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all Drunk and Happy. And I'm really not to blame for any of this blank stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and blank yours, Harlstar (Really a nice boy!)
Also i found this: ((i edited it for less mature eyes))
Dear Santa, You must be surprized i am writing to you today, the 26th of December. Well, i would very much like to clear up certian things that have occurred since the beginning of the mounth, when, filled with illusion, i wrote you my letter. I asked for a bicyle, an electric trainset, a pair of roller blades and a football uniform. I destroyed my brain studying the whole year. Not only was i first in my grade, but i had the best marks in the whole school. I'm not going to lie to you, there was no one in my entire neighborhood that behaved better then me, my parents, my brothers, my friends and with my neighbors. I would go on errands, and even help the elderly cross the street. There was virtually nothing within the reach that i would not do for humanity. That b*lls you have leaving me a f**king yoyo, a lame whistle and a pair of ugly socks. What the f**k we're you thinking, you fat pr*ck, that you've taken me for a sucker the whole f**king year to come out with some s**t like this under the tree. As if you hadn't f**ked me enough, you gave that little p**f across the street so many toys he can't walk into his house. Don't let me see you trying to fit your big, fat ass down my chimney next year. I'll f**k you up. I'll throw rocks at those stupid reindeer and scare them away so you'll have to walk back to the f**king north pole, just like what i have to do now since you didn't get me that f**king bike. F**K YOU SANTA. Next year you'll find out how bad i can be, you FAT C**KSUCKER,
Sincerely,
Little Johnny.
We we're rolling around clutching our sides, mostly at the last one, we're only teenagers, we can laugh at our feelings.
fucking santa...