Dear Santa:
While you’re up on the roof and whatnot (incidentally, you want to make sure you hit the southeast chimney; the other two are just for show), would you be so kind as to get rid of the wicked ice dams we have up there? Maybe have the reindeer whizz on them or something? Thanks. You’re a pip.
I’ll leave some shortbread out for you.
Happy Merry, old man!
cenobyte
i make squee noises when you tell me stuff.