What's Santa got in his Sack for you this year do you think then? Have a Gre!
Question: My childhood. The one that he took when I saw him catch on fire in my fireplace that one christmas all those years ago. The smell of his burning flesh, that terrible singed hair smell...good god the reindeer began to eat him!! I hope he doesn't come back looking burned like an evil thing from my night terrors! What would he have in that sack? That terrible terrible sack. That sack that contains all the hopes and wises of children the world over. Their tears and joys, fears and wonderment. What's in that sack now? What infectious diseased ridden creature will reside in it this year. Curled inside its dark cage of felt and cheer. Reeking of soured milk and spoiled cookies. Is that his boots I hear upon my rooftop? What fell steeds draw that sleigh, what flesh devouring creature from the fell-lands drag his fetid bloated body across the holiday sky, bringing gifts of the most sordid unspeakable kind. Every living thing has a heart and the muscle that beats in his chest pumps the blackest of crude oil into his veins, fueling need for vengeance. Don't make him open that horrible sack. For what horror will wake into our world bringing with it the screams of millions of sugar plum deaths. My eyes are too soft to withstand the prodding from the jagged tips of shattered candy canes. Why wont that sash keep that moth bitten robe closed? Why must he flaunt his burned body. Why doesn't Santa have eyelids? Why can't I have put out the fire in the furnace? Why will the coal I receive be my own blackened skull? WHERE IS MY MIND!!!????
Answers: My childhood. The one that he took when I saw him catch on fire in my fireplace that one christmas all those years ago. The smell of his burning flesh, that terrible singed hair smell...good god the reindeer began to eat him!! I hope he doesn't come back looking burned like an evil thing from my night terrors! What would he have in that sack? That terrible terrible sack. That sack that contains all the hopes and wises of children the world over. Their tears and joys, fears and wonderment. What's in that sack now? What infectious diseased ridden creature will reside in it this year. Curled inside its dark cage of felt and cheer. Reeking of soured milk and spoiled cookies. Is that his boots I hear upon my rooftop? What fell steeds draw that sleigh, what flesh devouring creature from the fell-lands drag his fetid bloated body across the holiday sky, bringing gifts of the most sordid unspeakable kind. Every living thing has a heart and the muscle that beats in his chest pumps the blackest of crude oil into his veins, fueling need for vengeance. Don't make him open that horrible sack. For what horror will wake into our world bringing with it the screams of millions of sugar plum deaths. My eyes are too soft to withstand the prodding from the jagged tips of shattered candy canes. Why wont that sash keep that moth bitten robe closed? Why must he flaunt his burned body. Why doesn't Santa have eyelids? Why can't I have put out the fire in the furnace? Why will the coal I receive be my own blackened skull? WHERE IS MY MIND!!!????
weed!
maybe some holiday nuts?
mmm santa is planning on bringing me a sat nav for my car.... and i am planning on taking it back.
A digital camera? - Likely
A Buick Enclave? - Sighhhh..not so likely
Merry Christmas to you as well!
I know what Im getting!!
A Apple Imac!!
YAY!
A Canon SD850?
Oh wait.....a VAIO laptop?
No no no.............he got me a Smart Car!
hopefully what I want
I don't think I will be gettin anything this year. I have been too naughty.
:-))