[Written in crayon, just like a Kindergartner does.]
Alright, fat man. I don't like you, and you don't like me.
But! I promise to do a few good things at least one good thing for someone next year if you either send me home, or bring my things from home. The choice is yours, Santa Clod.
As we both know, you've been nothing but absolutely naughty this year. You "promise to do good things"? Did you really think you could get away with lying to Santa?
No one will ever love you, and you will be alone forever. Assuming you aren't killed by a righteously angry mob of people who despise your very existence, you will die alone and unloved, your life having been completely and utterly meaningless. And it will all because you're nothing but a spoiled, rotten, worthless brat.
That said, here are your things.
Merry Christmas,
Santa
Princess's presents contain all of her requested things from home! Unfortunately, the moment she touches them, they will turn into lumps of coal.
Alright, fat man. I don't like you, and you don't like me.
But! I promise to do a few good things at least one good thing for someone next year if you either send me home, or bring my things from home. The choice is yours, Santa Clod.
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As we both know, you've been nothing but absolutely naughty this year. You "promise to do good things"? Did you really think you could get away with lying to Santa?
No one will ever love you, and you will be alone forever. Assuming you aren't killed by a righteously angry mob of people who despise your very existence, you will die alone and unloved, your life having been completely and utterly meaningless. And it will all because you're nothing but a spoiled, rotten, worthless brat.
That said, here are your things.
Merry Christmas,
Santa
Princess's presents contain all of her requested things from home! Unfortunately, the moment she touches them, they will turn into lumps of coal.
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