Just a small idea I had!

Jay sat on his bed in his room, tapping a blue ink ballpoint pen on his head. It was five days until Christmas, and he still hadn't sent a letter to Santa! His whole reputation, not to mention the fate of his Christmas, depended on what he wrote down on this blank piece of wide-ruled notebook paper. He took a deep breath and laid the point of the pen on the paper:

Dear Santa,

Okay, so this is probably a little last minute, but please hear my pleads.

You might think I'm a little too old to believe in you. My fellow ninja tease me constantly, but I don't care if they get coal for Christmas. That's their problem, not mine.

(Nya may not believe in you anymore, but spare her!)

So, Santa. I believe we have some business to do. I don't really know what I want this year, so to make your life a little easier, I'll just make a list of things I DON'T want:

Clothes

Underwear

One of those collectible Kai bobbleheads

Books

Exercise equipment

My parents coming for the holidays

Hair care products

Shoes

Socks

Glasses

Nail polish

A couch

A bicycle

Balloons

A baby brother

New Ninjas...

Jay tapped his chin. This list was longer than he thought. But that was all that he majorly didn't want. Jay continued:

So, just go from that. I'm sure you'll get me something super awesome.

Until next year, Jay

P.S. When all else fails, money works.

Jay sat back and admired his two and a half minutes of hard work. If the guys believed, they would be impressed.