Dear Kerri and Tom;
Speaking for myself, Mrs. Claus, eight tiny reindeer, Rudolph, and too many annoying elves to count, I am darn disappointed that you published a poem that undercuts the importance of toys at Christmas. You know wise guys, I have been freezing to death up here (The North Pole) for over 100 years designing, advertising (demand generation), building and delivering toys to kids all over the world... on time and on budget thank you very much.
Well, there was that one year when the snow was terrible and Christmas delivery was slow, but we electrified Rudolph's nose and... well, you know the rest.
Hey, I am not immune to challenges too. My former bank called in my loans in early 2009, and my credit cards were maxed out. Thank goodness Citibank gave me an emergency credit line of $85M smackers... talk about QE2 Ha! Good stock too. Symbol C on NYSE.
But really egg heads, lay off the anti-Santa inferences. I'm just a tubby guy with a cholesterol issue who has not had a decent vacation in years, save the cruise that Mrs. Claus and I enjoyed in 1986. The last vacation before that was in 1912 on a fancy new British ship that went belly up in the North Atlantic. I think they made a movie about it a few years ago with Kate somebody, and some guy that looks like Howard Hughes? Go figure.
OK, you get my drift. Cute cuts from It's a Wonderful Life by the way. I've not seen Clarence in years, but Jimmy Stewart and Donna stop over almost every year now. Nice folks.
Hohohohohoho.... hope you get a D.
Respectfully,
S. Claus, Esq.
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