Somebody told me the other day, 'if I am naughty Santa won't bring me any presents at Christmas' and that his Robin is watching my every move. Why wait till now to tell me? It's far too late for me to do anything about it now! Had I have known this before I wouldn't have given Grandad a black eye, I would have eaten all my tea and not thrown the custard all over G-Ma's floor and I would have gone straight to sleep when I go to bed.
Perhaps if I write a letter to Santa maybe he will forgive me and bring me some presents.
Dear Santa, I am really sorry if you think I have been a naughty boy this year. Although in my defence, it was Grandad who made me be naughty, so maybe it should be him that doesn't get any presents not me. So if you can be horrible to Grandad and not me I would be very happy.
Thank You
Flixster
P.S. I will try my very hardest to be good from now on.
P.P.S. Can I have Echo and a blue bouncy ball please.
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