Hey Santa, I know I'm a little old
But I wanted to write this letter out before it gets too cold
I'm 19 now and my requests have changed
I went from wanting a Red Ryder BB gun, to a batman action figure, to wanting something to sooth my inner rage
But now Mr. Claus, written down on this page
Is what I want this year, no tears if you can't deliver it I'll be okay
I want to have vigor and purpose
Among the people of the world outside of these written verses
I want to have a lust for life that cannot be sated
The kind of burning passion for life that no one cares how it was created
Basically, Santa on Christmas morn
I want to be a kid again, hopefully that won't get stuck in comets horns
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 9:35 PM UTC
Hey Santa, I know I'm a little old
But I wanted to write this letter out before it gets too cold
I'm 19 now and my requests have changed
I went from wanting a Red Ryder BB gun, to a batman action figure, to wanting something to sooth my inner rage
But now Mr. Claus, written down on this page
Is what I want this year, no tears if you can't deliver it I'll be okay
I want to have vigor and purpose
Among the people of the world outside of these written verses
I want to have a lust for life that cannot be sated
The kind of burning passion for life that no one cares how it was created
Basically, Santa on Christmas morn
I want to be a kid again, hopefully that won't get stuck in comets horns
