Cult of Santaism Suffers Setback

One day, Santa let me down.

All I asked for was a train. You know, a small one to ride aound on. I could ride to the stables, the garden, up to the front gate, the shooting range, or anywhere.

Okay, I guess I asked for more than just a train. I guess I got most everything else I wanted. My new gun was pretty neat. It could fire almost three rounds a second.

I guess Santa can't always give us everthing we ask for. But he still gave me a whole lot of really neat stuff.

Beat that, Jesus!