Hey, Santa. Don’t choke on these cookies Friday night.
Its 5:40am and I’m just going to bed after baking, decorating, and cleaning up after your cookies. I think if I bump in to you as you come down my chimney, I might just shove them down your throat.
You better be bringing me something with 4 wheels that seats 7 with enough space for 2 dogs and my idea of the camping essentials.
I’m serious, don’t cross me, Old Man.