Sick forever....Unless!

Dear Santa,

Hi, how are you? I hope all that crap about kids not believing in you isn't getting you down. Also, I bet it sucks how people always make such a big deal about how your name spells 'Satan' if you rearrange the letters. I mean, it's kinda cool, but probably gets old. I can spell my name backwords, or 'nana' but beyond that you've either got 'aann' 'anan' or nnaa' none of which really make sense.

Anyway, in the immortal words of Calvin, enough chit-chat. Let's get down to business. I've been really good this year. How do you determine that, anyway? Because, I mean, the truth is I haven't been good--no one has. It's the basic human condition. We're not good. So do you judge on intent then? I mean, what about the neighbor kid who burned down his parent's house? He obviously wasn't good, is he getting coal? Does blatent stupidity not count? Never mind. I've been really good this year, and I have a really really special request. I would really really like world peace.

Ok, that's not true, I just thought I'd pump up my "intended goodness" so you'll bring me what I really want: A Brand New Immune System! All the cool kids have one.

Love, annA. (see, I wrote it backwords)

I'm sick still...again...forever?