Dear Santa

I know I'm cutting it pretty close to the big day, but you see Santa, I've been incredibly busy this year and let me tell you - It's been quite the year full of some moderately high highs and some INCREDIBLY low lows. I won't bore you with all the details but yea... Anyway, I'm here to tell you what I'd like the most for Christmas and to plead my case as to why I think I've been good enough to deserve it.

As you know Santa, I've recently become an avid weekend chef/BBQer and I feel as though my nearly 7yr old Steel BBQ isn't going to cut it and it just might blow up if I try to cook another steak on it. I'd really like a Napoleon PF600 series BBQ (Details can be found here http://www.napoleongrills.c... It's a gorgeous piece of of culinary equipment and I feel as though it should be large enough to cook a brontosaurus steak on should the mood catch me I mean look at it..they say you can cook 37 freaking burgers on it at the same time.

Knowing that I can't afford this on my own - I decided to set out and perform good deeds in hopes that I will win some bonus points with you and you could make this a reality.

1.) As usual, I donate $$$ to a local charity that uses the money and to help a family in need have a nice Christmas. This year, I set out to make my donation better than usual. To do this, I sold a Playstation 4 on Ebay for $1100 and used the money to make some's Christmas a little better. I feel very good about that. (True Story)

2.) A little known fact is that last week, I staved off an impending invasion by an Alien Race called the Mrzzrakt(unsure of the spelling). They're an ugly and violent race of Humanoids who infect people with a parasite that basically mutates it's host into one of them. I had eaten some extremely spicy Mexican food the night before I came face to face a Mrzzrakt infiltrator.

I was sitting on the can wallowing in self pity for the pain I was experiencing when he burst through the bathroom door. Strangely enough, he spoke perfect English and even sounded a little like Alan Rickman. He asked me what died and promptly turned from the door speaking into an intercom like device calling for a fallback and to move on. "This planet is NOT suitable for cultivation. These humans are disgusting" (Also a true Story).

So as you can see Santa, I've done some very good things to warrant such an extravagant gift. Have a safe trip around the world and Merry Christmas to everyone at the North Pole.

Your Good Friend,

Crazay