I pull on my pyjamas and lay out the cookies and milk. I was good last year, this year was different.
"Naughty and nice, two sides are he. For the bright stars to shine, black, the sky must be. Red like the devil, white like the gods. I beg for my gift, Lord Santa Claus," I say aloud.
All year I have followed, nice by day, naughty by night. I have done my good deed, now it's the final act.
I pull out my dagger, striking mom and dad through their hearts.
This year, i'm getting that pretty, pink, pony!