Carta a Santa Claus

Dear Santa Claus, I am writing to you
Well, I've been very good this year.
I am a very charitable child
that it does not harm the animals.

I swallow the food
insipid of my grandmother,
I carry your mapures
that I wash the pots.

I am the old people's cane
on difficult climbs,
guide of the blind
when crossing the avenue.

I follow my mother in her beliefs
and my dad brushed his boots.
I carry out my tasks conscientiously
and at the end of the year I had good grades.

And I've even won contests.
that reward wisdom,
I no longer write on the walls
and I take care of the ecology.

I don't make fun of Carlitos
saying "four eyes",
I don't call Manolito "cold tooth"
and I don't anger him.

That is why I ask you, venerable Santa Claus:
Remember this child who behaved so well to you.
Maybe an electric train, a Nintendo, or whatever.
Or a skateboard, better a bicycle.
That is the best way to reward
to an exemplary child.

So, Santa Claus, I just don't understand.
that you brought me a truck of wood,
a domino - which is not a Nintendo -
and especially that trumpet shit.

I'm going to tell you what you do
If I don't strangle you first:
those ridiculous toys
you put them up your ass.

Santa Claus is pedantic and I dislike him
that even the youngest son of my neighbors
than a superb trunk of a son of a bitch,
dwarf with murderous instincts

he walks through the neighborhood, he
with his new bike, and I
and I want to put it in
in the head the trumpet.

But let the old people take care
of my merciless anger
and if I find your reindeer,
Damn, I'll kill them with stones.

That's why I tell you, decadent Santa Claus,
I shit on your sleigh and the whore that gave birth to you.
I was a shit eater for a whole year and it didn't help,
for next year, yes,
for next year, yes,
for next year it will be me
a bastard kid.