I thought that only Santa had a naughty list, but apparently you do, too. And my name is right at the top.
Come on, Mr. Sandman, isn’t it your job to make sure people like me get rest? Where have you been? For several days I’ve been walking around in a sleepy-stupor, feeling agitated and tired.
Please don’t make me toss and turn, wide awake for hours and hours, wondering where you are. If you come by tonight and sprinkle your magic sand over my eyes, I’ll forgive your seemingly lack of concern for my rest and well-being. Until then…
If you see the sandman, punch that dude in the head for me.