It happens every year: a few letters meant for Santa take a wrong turn and land in Satan’s inbox. Most are simple typos—an innocent misspelling of “Santa” that swaps cheer for chaos. But the contents? Oh, the contents.
Take the latest gem:
Dear Satan,
I’ve been extra good this year. Can I please have a pony, a new bike, and a soul-crushing sense of dread?
Turns out, they meant “dread-free” Christmas. Autocorrect, you fiend.
We in Hell’s Bureaucracy take these misdelivered letters seriously, forwarding them to the North Pole (when we’re feeling charitable). But sometimes, we can’t resist a little follow-up. We replied:
Dear Child,
The pony and bike are Santa’s domain, but the dread? Consider it done.
Warm regards,
Satan
Remember, kids, proofread your letters. One stray keystroke, and you might end up with more than coal in your stocking.
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