Dear Santa,

It's me again, Jack. Remember me from last year? I wrote you a letter for each of the twelve days of Christmas, everyday. I wanted a real T-rex, remember? A green one with yellow eyes and sharp claws and big teeth and a feroshus ferocious roar. I am assuming you still have it 'cause it never made it under my tree last year. Instead there was a board game, a few books, and I can't remember what else.

Anyways, I am writing to you now 'cause I still want that T-rex. He is rightfully mine, of course, and I feel that you are with-holding him from me unlawfully. My advisers have thus advised me to write to you starting now, rather then later.

In addition to my T-rex, which is technically my present from last year, I would like a T-rex saddle. I have been unable to locate one at Toys-R-Us nor in the Sears catalog, though I have been unsuccessful finding a T-rex in those places, either. As such, you are the only person in the world who can give me a T-rex. And T-rex saddle. I need both for world dominashun domination.

If you help me in attaining world domination, I will allow the North Pole to become a soverin sovereign entity, and you can be the president or king or emperor or dictator. I'm not concerned with the title, only with my T-rex and T-rex saddle.

Be assured that I will be sending more letters detailing the terms of my T-rex's return as well as the promt prompt delivery of my T-rex saddle.

Season's greetings,

Jack.

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Author Guidance for This Story

It is NEVER too early for Christmas letters, hear me?

Anyways. No real guidance, other than the branches at the end should be the child's following letter, and another child's 1st letter.

Savvy?

St. Nick made me chuckle.

updated Nov 27, 2008 by JackRubashevskiy