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Dear Santa,

It’s me.

I know, I know. I’m not on your list this year, or any other year for that matter. I admit I haven’t exactly been a good boy lately. Well, I haven’t been a good boy period. But I’m sure you can see past that. And do you know why?

Because they say you are a man with a big heart, that’s why. But I don’t know, to me you are just a big man. A big man with a fetish for red clothings I might add. But who am I to criticize a man’s fashion sense? Let alone a BIG man’s fashion sense. You are what you are. If you can look past my shortcomings, I guess I’ll do the same for you.

Prove to me that you are a man who can give without prejudice, Santa. If you do that, I might just refrain myself from telling the whole world what really happened to Rudolph’s nose. Last I checked, glowing red prosthetic nose wasn’t such a big hit with the reindeer chicks. Poor Rudolph.

OK, enough about that. Let’s talk business.

Here’s what I want for Christmas. No, I don’t want no frickin’ Playstation3. I have enough paperweights already thank you very much. An Ipod you say? No way! Ipods are sooo yesterday. And don’t even try to bribe me with that 100-inch widescreen plasma from Samsung. No no no, I want something better.

I want the Stokke™ Gravity™ balans. This baby has got to be the coolest chair ever conceived by an IKEA wannabe.

Oh yeah, look at that chair pivot. My mind fills with endless possibilities just by looking at that girl in the blue silhouette rock the chair.
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Sweet mother of god! I think I need to cold shower.

So I assume we have a deal here? We wouldn’t want innocent little kids around world to know the truth about the “Rudolph Incident” now, do we?

You know what I want. Make it happen.

Have a Merry Christmas!

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Yours truly,

Simon