Merry Christmas.
Santa, I don’t want presents this year.
For Christmas this year, I want to write books.
I’m tired of begging on Patreon.
I’m tired of the “starving artist” cliches.
I’m sick of the grind, I’m sick of the hours,
I’m sick of celebrities talking to me about power.
I want to write books.
Santa baby,
slide on down the chimney,
so I can write a book about.
Bring me a typewriter,
yes, a type writer, and an ashtray, and some scotch.
Bring me all the good cliches.
I want to write books.
Santa,
for Christmas this year, let me write a book.