As a child, I was mentally scarred for life after being told about the evil of Santa Claus. I believe that living in perpetual fear of a bearded man who wanted to sneak into my house in the middle of the night contributed towards my alcohol addiction which plagued me all throughout middle school. For some reason, there are a bunch of kids who would openly invite Santa into their homes, and will write letters to him like a whore lusting after her next jailbird. Our jolly forum goons found a big deposit of these letters and decided to illustrate them because they had nothing more important to do in their insignificant lives. Hang onto the dying embers of festive cheer by enjoying the following images!

All 935 wants for Christmas is for the molestation to stop.

Canis Ex Machina can rest easy. Santa knows that help is coming.

Dr. Guillotin is responsible for this double dose of festive cheer.

More Comedy Goldmine

This Week on Something Awful...

  • Advanced Level Sexy Catcalls

    Advanced Level Sexy Catcalls

    Hows about you, me, and five uncomfortable minutes in my basement apartment next to the dusty Christmas tree that's still up from my last visit with my estranged children.

  • Zagat's Guide to Poor Person Eating

    Zagat's Guide to Poor Person Eating

    The Upper Kitchen Cabinet Where Your Roommate Keeps His Food: You’ll 'need the footstool' to reach your roommate’s 'fine selection' of 'stale cereal,' but he'll never notice if 'only a little is missing from each box.' Feel less guilty by reminding yourself that Jeff 'acts weird around your girlfriend,' and always 'asks about her.' What a 'creep.'

Copyright ©2015 Rich "Lowtax" Kyanka & Something Awful LLC.