Tuesday, January 1, 2013

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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