Dear Ma and Pa,
When you see these
envelopes tomorrow, please don't freak out. I am not getting married
yet, and I haven't impregnated anyone so please save me the drama and
over acting, hahaha.
If Papa finds these during his early
waking time of 5am, please don't think that it's a stow-away letter, and
that I'm gone. I'm not. I'm still in my room upstairs, probably sleepin
and loudly snorin'.
These are actually my presents for you. Surprise! It's not much, but hey, I have put extra effort on it. :)
I remember when me and kuya were still the cutest kids that once upon a
time we were, we used to believe that Santa really is that fat guy who
gives us our presents during Christmas sneaking thru the chimney. We
should've known that it was all fantasy, because we never had a chimney
to begin with. The thing is, we did not know it was the two of you who
were playing the "naughty or nice" trick on us. It has always been you
two.
That has to change now. I may be too slim for the Santa's required physique, but I will be your Santa from now on.
Thank you for all the things you've done for me. Here's my 31-year worth of love for the two of you. Use it well.
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