What can YOU say in six sentences?
We’ve been down this slippery slope before and it’s getting tiresome. For the past two years, I have broken my knuckles practicing my best handwriting for that mole Mrs. Mundle so that I can again send a special letter to the North Pole asking for a most ‘got-to-have-it’ Christmas gift. I informed the mole that it would be easier if I told Daddy to get it for me - he would do it pronto - but she says it’s “the spirit of the idea that will make it all worthwhile.” Twice, you have sent me: sweaters with little white horses stitched on them. Perhaps you’ve lost your touch or maybe you’re just old and stupid. I don’t have to tell you how much I really want this; seriously… where’s my fucking pony.