All i want for Christmas...

When I was 5 years old I sat on Santa’s knee, all I really wanted was a 12 gauge you see. A pump action browning with a maple stock, I could kill a lot more squirrels with that than with a sling shot and a rock. It really made me mad when Santa laughed with glee. My Christmas present request was perfectly logical to me. He gave me a candy cane and sent me on my way, a disappointed little boy, that was me that day. Now that I’m grown, I realize that Santa was pretty smart; I’ve also figured out that he shops at Wal-mart. I went to the mall and stuck a Hall-mark in his coat, on the inside of the card I enclosed this little note: thank you Santa for the Christmas present that I never got, if you’d have given me that 12 gauge somebody surely would have gotten shot and I’d still be sitting in cell block 23 cuz all I really wanted was a 12 gauge you’d see.