Dear Santa, You Can't Put This in a Box
Dear Santa Claus,
All I want for Christmas is...
...well actually...
I have no idea what I want.
You see, I have everything I could possibly want that could be wrapped into a box.
I have an X-Box...some games for it...
I have A LOT of toys...and books (even though I don't read them).
And I have like a million baseball cards.
So, Santa, you can see why writing this letter is so hard.
Because all I really, I mean REALLY want for Christmas is for people to like me.
I don't want Thomas to steal my markers and scribble all over my papers.
And I don't want all of the girls to pinch their noses when I walk by and laugh at me.
And I really want Richard to stop tripping me at recess.
I know you're a great guy and everything...delivering presents to kids and all.
But the only thing that I want for Christmas..
Can't be put in a box.
Sincerely,
Sam
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