Dear God,
If you let me go home for Christmas, I will not be jealous of ALL my friends. Not the girl who is going to Phuket, or the boy who is going to Egypt, or all the people who've put up pictures of themselves in Belize and Majorca.
I promise I'll be genuinely happy for them. Just let me go home.
Love
Me
P.s. - I even promise to be a better person next year. Or at least try to. Wait, are you going to be pissed with me for making promises that I can't keep?