Every year, a kid looks forward to December 25th--Christmas. And why? Because they're given gifts, of course. I bet that all of us--maybe even you--has heard of that cliche scene of an excited little kid running down the stairs to check that big ol' Christmas tree. I know I've done that for many Christmases.
This year, I've given up hope. As I said before, I run down the stairs, dive under the tree, and eagerly look for some awesome present--and I find socks. For three years in a row now, I've found Fruit of the Loom among the branches. So my question to you is this: if a kid doesn't get a good present, what's the point of Christmas?
I've asked for action figures, Pokemon cards, everything. And what do I get? Socks. Ever since 2012, it's been socks. Can you please give me something less... I don't know, lame? I'm gonna try again, one last time, this year. I'm gonna hope for the best. And if I find socks one more time, I'll sue you. Believe me, it works. Even in the North Pole.
P.S. DEATH TO SOCKS!