The 12 Days of Christmas
Tre Cool
Santa Clause, if that’s your real name!
I know we’ve never gotten along since the Christmas party when I was seven. I know, I know, peeing on the reindeer isn’t something “good” little boys do. And I know that you hate me for ripping your beard off. But, why didn’t it hurt? My boy pulled at mine once, when I let it grow and it hurts like abitch. Hehe, my bad, Billie told me not to cuss in this letter. Point is, it hurts a lot, but why didn’t yours hurt when I ripped it off thirty years ago? How old are you? Why did my daddy call you Jonathan that night? Isn’t your name Santa? Well, uh whoever you are, I want this:
Hair Gel Cause my hair doesn’t do itself.
A stapler full of staples
A bottle of mustard
A tube of toothpaste
Tickets to a Backstreet Boys show
And a watermelon.
Don’t ask why. Just get them for me.
Lose weight, you’ll live longer,
Tre Cool.
I know we’ve never gotten along since the Christmas party when I was seven. I know, I know, peeing on the reindeer isn’t something “good” little boys do. And I know that you hate me for ripping your beard off. But, why didn’t it hurt? My boy pulled at mine once, when I let it grow and it hurts like abitch. Hehe, my bad, Billie told me not to cuss in this letter. Point is, it hurts a lot, but why didn’t yours hurt when I ripped it off thirty years ago? How old are you? Why did my daddy call you Jonathan that night? Isn’t your name Santa? Well, uh whoever you are, I want this:
Hair Gel Cause my hair doesn’t do itself.
A stapler full of staples
A bottle of mustard
A tube of toothpaste
Tickets to a Backstreet Boys show
And a watermelon.
Don’t ask why. Just get them for me.
Lose weight, you’ll live longer,
Tre Cool.
♠ ♠ ♠
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