Dear Santa,
[ I've tried awfully hard to behave this year, I promise. I know I swore at my parents, and I teased my brother, oh and that one little fight with my friends.. but please hear me out. All I want this year is his heart, no Taylor Laughtners, or an iPhone, just him. The boy that gives me butterflies, the boy that makes me go weak. Him. I know this isn't the prettiest letter out there, but please consider my heart this Christmas season. ]
love,
me.
jock, and i'll ask santa to murder you.