I am writing one more letter. I am hoping you will do better than last year. Last year I asked for a pony and you sent me instead a little brother. Well, I want to tell you that stinks and so does my baby brother. All the time. He gets carried around all the time by Mom and Dad and when I want to play I have to be quiet because the stupid sleepyhead has to take his nap. He spits up his food and slobbers all over my toys. I bet you that a pony wouldn't do that.
So, Santa, let's get it right this year. I already have a baby brother, this year I want a pony. Mommy's getting fat again, so she better be delivering a pony or I am going to hold my breath until I pass out.
Hoping for better,
p.s. If you have someone who is asking for a baby brother, you can give him mine. He smells but he looks pretty good.