From what I hear I am in need of some so called teeth. According to mom and dad, even just the bottom two will do. The people around here aren't giving me any of the tasty food I see them eating and they aren't falling for my pleading stares. They just say that I need these teeth first. I think you know I deserve this, especially since I so happily smile and giggle through all my big sister's rough play.
From a nice boy,
Tank
Dear Santa,
As I am sure Ed the elf has reported to you that I have been pretty nice this year. It has been a big year for me adjusting to a new city and a baby brother. I think I've done a pretty good job adapting. So, I'd really like a robot this year. Mom and dad keep frantically saying that I want a dollhouse from you, but this is not the case.
From a nice girl,
Little Bug
PS: I do have an important question for you. Was it my grandma that got run over by the reindeer?
Merry Christmas!
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