My hands are all shaky, my face had gone pale.
a letter from Santa just arrived in the mail!
It was hand-Written in old-fashioned in pen.
It was handsomely printed and dated twelve ten.
"Dear Jensen" it said. "I'm writing because this year I've repealed my 'naughty/nice' laws.
So now I urge you: Be vulgar and crude!
I like it when teens are boorish and rude!
burp at the table! gargle your peas!
Never say 'Thank you', 'Your welcome', or 'Please'.
Talk back to your mother, Dont do as your told.
Stick you tongue out at your dad if he scolds!
Drive everyone crazy, I really dont care!
Act like a jerk, anytime, anywhere!
I'm changing the rules!
I'll give you a present that will makes neighbors drool.
So crank up the music, and listen to me, cuz I'm Chris Kringle.
Just run in the house, and slam your bedroom door.
I'll send you a thermonuclear missile, caliber 4.
Good people make me sick, it's really no joke.
Sincerely, signed Santa."
And then I awoke...
Its lame being good (or trying to fake it)
six days until Christmas... I sure hope I make it!