A letter to Grandfather Frost!)

Hello Dedushka Moroz! My name is Milan. I am 17 years old! Not much is not enough, but I believe and hope that you are and now you are reading my letter. My mother is a very angry aunt. She does not allow me to write letters to you, and therefore I sit in the bed and write this letter. Mom lets me out for a walk only until 4 am When I do not listen to her, she throws an iron at me and often gets me right into everything! = (Once I could not resist and told her: “you will laugh at home!” My dad works as an artist with a capital letter d) and coming home from work in a bad mood, he shouts: “Chels” !!! And makes me cook him dry. But I do not know how to cook, and therefore I have the same poluchayetstsa!). He zlitstsa even stronger, and forbids me to play hide and seek with friends. Another father came up with a nickname for me, and my name is not Milan, but Busya! In general, Grandfather Frost, if you are not a loser, then you will understand how dry I am. Dear Grandfather Frost - red bracelet, take me to your room or send me an iron. Do it so that people close to me love me and give me money to sleep more often. Favorite Santa Claus, you are my last chance. I hope for the new year I will find under the tree of the heater. Santa Claus, understand how I sushnyak. If you do not read this letter or it does not reach you, I will eat it. Remember that I believe in you Chels !!

Santa Claus! Milana

(despicable in one beautiful place )