Nothing Witty

For my birthday I would really appreciate a new mouth.    I don’t even need a whole new one, just the roof part.

You see, Santa, it’s not that I don’t like or appreciate the one you gave me- it’s I bit into sucker, and the hard candy splintered- and shaved part of the roof of my mouth off.  It bled, quite profusely at first. Eating has been… not quite… fun.  Or drinking.  Hot liquid is quite unbearable. Anything with salt results in unladylike language.  The mouthwash I do several times a day to keep the wound from mortifying results in unspeakable agony.

So Please, Santa, just a new roof of the mouth. Nothing fancy.  This is getting really old…