Santa
Though the odds of your existence are slim, I've been forced to take time out of my busy life in order to write you a bloody letter. I mean, really? A fat lard like you flying around the world "delivering presents". Even with magic that makes very little sense. Really, only idiots like Weasley and Potter believe in foolish things, not me. Anyways, encase you somehow are real, the only thing I want you could never give me. I want all those filthy, mud-bloods gone. The muggles too... Or maybe my daddy to love me...
From,
The Draco Malfoy
A.N. Sorry it took me a while to update, I had a essay due. Also sorry it's short.
Enjoy :]
