Dear Santa, I wish to wake up finally from this everlasting nightmare called “life” with wars, diseases, terrorists, government conspiracies, oil prices, spots and futures, venture funds, corporations, chicken mcnuggets, alcoholic hobos, britney spears, so you think you can dances, jihads and lents, fengshuis and torsion fields, air conditioners, msword-designed business cards and oval table business meetings, uncreative creative briefs and stupid customers, vips, illiterate lazy uninterested kids, trojans, seos, male reproductive organ enlargements and flash banners, office cubicles, web time killers and, ultimately, santa clauses.