Dear Santa,
in all the years already spent in my youth I never had the courage to write. This year, the serious international situation, the ozone hole, the animals at risk extinction, the huge increase in men and women suffering from hemorrhoids leads me to address this mild letter.
You know where I live now people have the healthy habit not to get gifts for Christmas. The gifts are exchanged at New Year, which, dear Santa, if you think about it, makes much more sense. Is easier to understand the association new year - new things. Indeed it seems a good omen. The combination of new things - doubtful birth two millennia ago, however, that one from here to Easter will crucify me already manages more difficult. Leaving these details
theological, I would give vent to my standest indottissime now (especially from my constant state of economic deprivation) need consumerism.
For Christmas this year I want:
- the day of Christmas, when all the Berlusconi family (including his ex-wife and the likely illegitimate children) sit at the supper table to feast, the pipes of all homes / boats / ville / farms / stables / garçonieres explode in unison, producing the typical sound of a fart and private parks of sewage flooding.
- that Juve never Pià not win a championship, but even Milan.
- that mistreatment of women and animals were delivered by mail a ton of manure directly on the pillow.
- I wish my family was more relaxed in dealing with difficulties and that what the invitation should happen happen in the sweetest way possible.
- I wish my mom and my cats come and find me to be here where everything is or snow or slush.
- I wish my friends and people I love the saws stopped being mentally and live their lives to the fullest, which is also hope for more of myself.
- Finally, I would: a cool coat, a pair of boots, gloves, pajamas, a hat Tontola as I like, many many many books, including a CD with all of the mp3 Daniele Silvestri that I can not for farmmi by any fan, the body cream dell'erbolario China, a return ticket direct Kiev-Milan and why no, since we're in the mood for bullshit, even a private jet. However
Father, I thank you for what you do for me and I offer you my most cordial greetings.
Nana
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