Santa, do all the reindeer really have their own names?
- Jack, age 7
Of course! They're all different! Every reindeer has his own special personality and you can really taste the difference in the steaks.
Dear Santa, how can you build so many toys so quickly?
- Sue Ellen, age 7
Ho Ho Ho! Because of my famous hard-working little helpers... the Chinese.
Mr. S. Claus, This letter will serve as a notice. You're being audited.
-Mikey at the IRS, age 42
Ho Ho Ho! This igloo in the North Pole not only shelters me from the cold, but from U.S. Tax Laws!
Santa, do you really deliver toys to every child in the world in a single magical night?
-Robby, age 5
As mandated by the courts, Santa only delivers toys to children he's fathered. It only seems like the whole world! P.S. If I'm not mistaken, your mother is a waitress named Sheila in Muncie, Indiana. Well, I'll certainly be at your house!
Dear Santa Claus or Current Resident:
Victoria’s Secret is having its Once-a-Year Sale on Wonder Bras!
Ho Ho Ho! Santa is keeping this catalogue of lingerie-wearing babes hidden from my old lady, Mrs. Claus! Because the only thing worse than Mrs. Claus discovering that I m@sturbate to this catalogue would be her ordering and WEARING something from this catalogue. Ugh!
Dear Santa Claus, One of the older girls at school says you're not real. Are you?
Either I am real or you're a schizophrenic who writes imaginary letters to herself. Either way, go make yourself useful and fetch Santa a cold beer will ya?
Dear Santa, why is the sky blue and what happens to us when we die?
-George, age 9
Ho Ho Ho! For your Christmas gift this year, I am going to find your father. Because why else would you be asking Santa these questions? Either you have no father or you do not have access to Wikipedia. On second thought, yeah, I’ll just get you a laptop.
Dear Santa, Can you explain the birds and the bees?
Sure! But late night cable television programming does a much better job! Enjoy!
Dear Santa, All my life I’ve always wanted a puppy. Will you please send me one?
- Joey, age 39
Ho Ho Ho! Joey, you are the only 39 year old who still lives at home and writes me letters. I am sending you the Help Wanted section of the newspaper for Christmas. Get a job, you bum! Merry Christmas!
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Ho Ho Ho! Merry Christmas!!! And don’t forget to go screw yourself!
Dear Santa,I wud like a kool toy space ranjur for Xmas. Iv ben a good boy all yeer.
YeR FReND, BiLLy
Nice spelling. You're on your way to being a career lawncare specialist.
How 'bout I send you a friggin’ book so you can learn to read and write?
I'm giving your older brother the space ranger, at least HE can spell!
I have been a good girl all year, and the only thing I ask for is peace and joy in the world for everybody! Love, Sarah
Your parents smoked pot when they had you, didn't they?
I've written you for three years now asking for a fire truck.
Please, I really really want a fire truck this year!
Let me make it up to you. While you sleep, I'm gonna torch your house.
You'll have more fire trucks than you'll know what to do with.
I don't know if you can do this, but for Christmas,
I'd like for my mommy and daddy to get back together.
Please see what you can do.
What, and ruin that hot affair your dad's still having with the babysitter?
He's banging her like a screen door in a hurricane, son!
Let me get you some nice Legos instead.
I need more Pokemon cards please! All my friends have more Pokemon cards than me.
Please see what you can do.
It blows my friggin’ mind. Kids are forcing their parents to buy hundreds of dollars
worth of these stupid cards, and none of you snot-nosed brats are even learning to
play the game. Let me get you something more your speed, like "Chutes and Ladders."
I want a new bike, playstation, a train, some G.I. Joes, a dog, a drum kit,a pony and a tuba.
Who the hell names their kid "Francis" nowadays?
I left milk and cookies for you under the tree, and I left carrots for your reindeer outside the backdoor.
Milk gives me the runs and carrots make the deer fart in my face.
What do you do the other 364 days of the year? Are you making toys?
Your friend, Thomas
All toys get made in China. I have a condo in Vegas, where I spend
most my time squeezing cocktail waitresses asses, and losing all my
cash at the craps table. Hey, YOU wanted to know!
Do you see us when we're sleeping, do you really know when we're awake, like in the
You are that gullible? Good luck in whatever you do, I'm skipping your house...
I really really want a puppy this year. Please please please PLEASE.
Timmy, That whiney ass begging crap may work with your folks, but that crap
don't work up here. You're getting a sweater again.
We don't have a chimney in our house, how do you get into our home?
Love, Marky Mark
Firstly, stop calling yourself "Marky," that's why you're getting your ass whipped
at school. Secondly, you don't live in a house, that's a low-rent apartment complex
you're living in. Thirdly, I get inside your pad just like all the burglars do,
through your bedroom window. Sweet Dreams!