A Letter from Santa Claus to Megyn Kelly

Dear Megyn Kelly,

My favorite part was when you began discussing my race and insisting that I was white. I’m not sure why I found this so funny. Maybe it’s the fact that I am a figment of your imagination, or everyone’s imagination, for that matter. What I mean is that I am not real. Fake. Made up to give children something to look forward to. Fake. Much like the Easter Bunny. Or a certain networks's claim to be ‘fair and balanced.” While you may have stated that my existence was based on St. Nicholas and thus my caucasian background is a ‘verifiable fact,” you see, I am not real. ‘Based on” and ‘am” are two very different things. For example: the film ‘Evan Almighty” is based on the story of Noah, but is not an accurate depiction of the biblical tale. ‘Jurassic Park” is based on a novel, but you cannot read it in the movie theater. And why would you? Unless they were playing the soundtrack while you read.

While we’re at it, I noticed you stated that Jesus Christ’s whiteness was also a ‘verifiable fact.” It’s very impressive that you have a photograph of Jesus. Perhaps it was taken while you guys were on the roller coaster and you bought it for 10 bucks even though you can just take a picture of it with your phone for zero dollars. That must have been a fun day you two had because you obviously know him personally and have seen him in real life! I did not realize you were you a prophet or a time jumper. Or a liar! Either way! Good times ahead!

One more thing: you began your segment by stating ‘For all you kids watching at home” so I have to assume that tons of kids are watching Fox News round the clock (as opposed to letting their imaginations run wild and conjuring up whatever image they wish for a fictional character). If you could do me a solid and inform them that you are so ridiculous of a person that perhaps it is you that is fictional because how can a real human being’s logic be so flawed, that would be excellent.

That’s all. Merry Christmas. Or Happy Holidays. Who gives a shit what you do with your own time? Certainly not me.

Yours in whatever color you want,

The fictional person we invented to make children happy