Santa Claus
North Pole, Earth
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Tina's Office party. It was Irene who spiked the punch with too much rye . I can't help it if I drank 7 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like vanilla.
I thought it was funny when I put Chris's jeans on my head and danced the hula on the coffee table while singing `I'm Bringing Sexy Back'. I didn't mean to break Tina's radio and don't know why Tina would accuse me of murder.
I don't remember calling Dick's wife a quickly pig---even though she looked like one with blue eye shadow and red lipstick!
And when I threw up on Jessica's husband's leg, it was only because I ate too much of that cheesecake.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my car through my neighbor's bathroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a helpful cat and have me arrested for burglary!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all funny and smart. And I'm really not to blame for any of this kooky stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and jumped yours,
Elle (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 29 bucks!
Here is the link to do your own Santa letter :)
http://members.aol.com/frogiearno/dearsanta.htm
