First and foremost, I would like to believe you still exist; riding your sleigh across chimneys and fooling children with presents. With your baritone ho ho ho voice; singing and spewing twinkling confetti as your Rudolph and mates push your fat bum across the Christmas Sky.
I still would like to believe you still wear the same red outfit with that huge white buckle belt and spot that snow-white heavy beard year after year and going cling cling cling with your ice-cream bell.
I still believe you spend a whole year in Lapland making all those toys with your magical elves which brings me to another puzzling doubt. Do you still live in Lapland? I keep asking myself for I still have no idea where the hell Lapland is. North pole perhaps?
Year after year I've hoped for a present from you but it never came. I can understand why. You only come down via the chimney. I don't have a chimney and I don't think I should have one. If I had a chimney at all, you would have made a mess out of my living room, coming down the chimney and with all that soot and smoke messing up my living room. No Thanks.
I know children all over the world write to you each year asking you things only you can grant them. So under that pretext, I wana ask if you could grant something to fellow Malaysians, things like wisdom, proper governance, absolute abolishment of corruption, race-war and many more. Maybe you should come down here to Malaysia and witness yourself the kind of unethical governance we have.
As for me, and since I don't have a chimney, I rather fancy you send me something via courier - like DHL or UPS. Do you have such a service in Lapland?
Anyway Santa, how's Mrs Santa? Do send my warmest regards to her as well and hope both you fatsos are well and swell.
MERRY CHRISTMAS.
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