Lullaby

Chris Kramer

Some random guy, obviously a fan.

August 10, 2005: David Jones Summer 2005 Collection Launch - Arrivals I'm done now.

September 13, 2005: Nicks Bondi Beach Pavillion Restaurant Opening & Tiger Lily Swimsuit Showcase

December 5, 2005: Petra Nemcova Hosts the "Light of Heart" Gala to Benefit the Happy Hearts Fund

June 29, 2005: Lanc

June 29, 2005: Lanc

June 29, 2005: Lanc

June 29, 2005: Lanc

June 29, 2005: Lanc

Alex Perry Spring/Summer 2005 Tsubi Spring/Summer 2005

July 14, 2004: High Lines 4th Annual Summer Benefit

May 6, 2005: Mercedes Australian Fashion Week - Spring Summer 2005 - Celebrity Sightings.

September 13, 2003: Baby Phat Backstage. She's off in the back in the last two.

April 28, 2003 At the Metropolitan Museum of Art with Zang Toi and Miss Universe 2002.

Dear Santa, You must be surprised that I'm writing to you today, the 26th of December. Well, I would very much like to clear up certain things that have occurred since the beginning of the month, when, filled with illusion, I wrote you my letter. I asked for a bicycle, an electric train set, a pair of roller blades, and a football uniform. I destroy my brain studying the whole year. Not only was I the first in my class, but I had the best grades in the whole school. I'm not going to lie to you, there was no one in my entire neighborhood that behaved better than me, with my parents, my brothers, my friends, and with my neighbors. I would go on errands, and even help the elderly cross the street. There was virtually nothing within reach that I would not do for humanity. What balls you have leaving me a fucking yoyo, a lame whistle, and a pair of ugly socks. What the fuck were you thinking, you fat prick, that you've taken me for a sucker the whole fucking year to come out with some shit like this under the tree. As if you hadn't fucked me enough, you gave that little queef across the street so many toys that he can't even walk into his house. Don't let me see you trying to fit your big fat ass down my chimney next year. I'll fuck you up. I'll throw rocks at those stupid reindeer and scare them away so you'll have to walk back to the fucking North Pole, just like what I have to do now since you didn't get me that fucking bike. FUCK YOU SANTA. Next year you'll find out how bad I can be, you FAT COCKSUCKER. Sincerely, Little Johnny

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