Dear Santa

I know I may not have been the best of boys' this year. What with the stealing and the killing and the plots against a certain airborne rodent. But I've got a favor to ask of you.

Now I can't promise I'll be good. (Because let's be honest, you and I both know I'd be flat out lying). But I can promise I won't let Harley do all the heavy stuff. And I'll wash my own socks. And maybe I'll even stop pestering you for a change if I get this one thing.

Please Santa. I'm on my knees begging here! :( don't make a joker frown! It's unnatural! This one this. And I'll be a good a boy as I can be. No cruel deaths. No plans for world domination. Just this one little thing.

This year, Leave Batsy under my tree...naked, preferably.

Your loving friend, Joker.

PS. I'd throw this away before that laughing gas goes off. HA! HA! HA!


I repeat the above sentence. HA! HA! HA!