I’ve been real good this year. I pulled Suzie’s hair and made mom angry but felt very bad and I gave her my last piece of strawberry gum. It’s the bestest and she was happy. I didn’t tug on Ms. Brady’s hat any more in church and I do my homework every night.
Uncle Hickok is doing real well and showed me his super cool three-inch S&W 65 this summer.
It’s the bestest, and fits in my waistband real nice. It balanced real well too, way better than a four-inch, and was just perfect with .357. Mr. Steven Kamp really likes them too.
I’d really like to have one to protect myself from the naughty kids.
I’ve been saving all my pennies but am very sad. Smith doesn’t make three-inch magnums any more and haven’t for a real long time. Other than their ugly fat L-frames with the big fat underlug. Nobody else makes cool three-inch K-frames neither.
I’m also sad because Diane and Mikey B. are real bullies. They’ve been picking on me and drilled a big hole to put a lock in my revolvers. But daddy says real men lock their guns in safes. I like my daddy.
So Santa, would you grant my Christmas wish? You don’t have to bring me nothin’, and I’ll share my wish with all my buddies.
Please send one of your magic elves to Smith & Wesson to make a special revolver for me and my friends. I want a three-inch 65 with durable fixed rear sights, a replaceable front blade, no lock, a factory-bobbed hammer, and their new stronger forcing cone with the ball-detent. I’d also be super happy with a one-piece bull barrel instead of their ugly weird noodle-sleeve.
My friends probably have or want these too. They’ll post stories below.