Dear Santa,
We are all going to write one letter because frankly, we don't get paid enough. It's because of all this five days nonsense on the field. I have to carry all my shades in my pockets so I can change them every half-an-hour. Also the outfits are so boring! In the IPL...
Chris, can I please ask for my gift before you start talking about the IPL? Thanks. Santa, I want Chris Gayle to become a freelancer and give up his test captaincy to me. If not that, at least give me an IPL contract mon! Leading Trinidad & Tobago is no easy job you know! Plus, I am better looking than him. Now if I were captain...
Oh shut up mon! Santa does not have so much time. Hi Santa! I actually want you to deliver some gifts for me. Here is a replica of my hand- it is designed to get in Johnson's way no matter where he is. And here's a replica of my face for Haddin's wife. I don't know mon, she asked for it. She said at least you are a soldier. My husband on the other hand...no I won't say it. Tis the season to be jolly. Okay bye. Chris, he has gotta go!
Wait..what's your name again? San-ta? Santa? Okay Santa, about the IPL. A flying sledge? I have one. I'll meet you up there in mine then, we'll chat IPL. Ho Ho Ho!
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