Dear Santa
Yeah, I know that you don't exist. What do you think I am...a kid? Is that all you ever think I am, I'm twelve years old, definitely too old to write this letter and I'm not a kid...don't call me a kid.
Hey Santa
If you're as special as they all think you are
Grant me something
Show me something that's perfect
There's something wrong with everything
It's too big, it's too small
That's what people say about my age
I know from what they've said that
I am definitely not perfect
I've seen from what I've been through
That I never will
But if there's anything that's possible
Then I want a perfect Christmas
No one crying
No adults acting like children
And their children acting like adults
But white snow
Happiness
Something that Kisa would enjoy
If they think their thoughts are better
Hell
They think all wrong
In these close-minded circles
I can't stand them
They think they're perfect
They're ridiculous to think that
In this time there are no princes
Do you think there are?
Are you truly that dense
I don't care what you think of me
But if a Father Christmas exists
I'm sure that he can prove it
And the way to do that would be to give this gift
A perfect Christmas
With nothing wrong with it
But you can't do that can you?
Nothing is perfect
Life doesn't work like that
Hiro Sohma