Posted by Kimberlieo at aca18958.ipt.aol.com on December 08, 2003 at 13:44:13:
In Reply to: Re: The Magic Thread of Letters to Santa posted by Boondoggle on December 08, 2003 at 13:35:16:
: Dear Santa,
: I only ask for one thing this year. Don't come. Stay up at your North Pole, with all your helper elves and your wonderful wife and leave the rest of us alone.
: I mean who the hell do you think you are? Sitting up on top of the world, judging the weakest and most innocent of our species by your own self-imposed standards. Well the world isn't black and white St. Nick, you can't just categorize everything as either "good" or "bad".
: You represent so much of the materialism that is ruining the society around me. Toys, and games and candy treats are all that most people seem to be after, and you deliver every year don't you? Funny thing is, all those isolated people who don't want more "stuff", but instead want peace and love and a warm family on Christmas morning, well they don't need you for that at all, you can't give any of it. The world changed the minute you sold you soul to Coke.
: People buy costumes and dress up like you. Sometimes they're doing it to be nice, to show kids that Santa is real and he'll bring them their dreams, you seem too busy to bother with showing them yourself. Sometimes they're not so nice, sometimes downright horrible, but we all are these days. We deceive our own children, we lie straight to their faces and tell them a magic man will reward them for being nice. This is the world you're judging every December? A world that kills and wars and rapes and beats, a world that lies to its kids?
: You bring your sack of goodies this year. I'm sure it'll make someone's day. Of course the rich kids will complain that their playstation is the wrong colour, and I'm sure that train set will be a great help to the kid whose parents are yelling at each other, threatening each other, throughout the day.
: How dare you. I mean who the fuck do you think you are? Tell me how much you matter, what it is that you do, for the nine-year-olds getting shot down in our ghettos, left to die in the streets. Or the kids in Africa who can't remember what their mothers looked like, being slowly taken by AIDS. One night a year you decide to give a bunch of useless things, to a crowd that doesn't deserve them.
: Well fuck you.
: Stay up at your comfortable house, have some hot chocolate, take the night off. You represent a false hope. Maybe without you, we'll all have to come to our senses and begin pulling ourselves up out of hell.
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: Thanks, Boon.