Writing to Santa

Stolen from morningstar4 -- this one's good!

Dear Santa,

I have been a good girl.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at Jaclyn's Christmas party. It was Starr who spiked the punch with too much rum. I can't help it if I drank 13 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like cinnamon.

I thought it was funny when I put Gigi's bra on my head and danced the Caramelldansen on the desk while singing `Jingle Bell Rock'. I didn't mean to break Jaclyn's Game Boy and don't know why she would sue me for jaywalking.

I don't remember calling Pastor's wife a silly cow---even though she looked like one with green eye shadow and yellow lipstick!

And when I threw up on Jessica's husband's arm, it was only because I ate too much of that turkey.

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 porch. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a lousy skunk and have me arrested for littering!

So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all dazed and confused. And I'm really not to blame for any of this perky stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!

Sincerely and willingly yours,
Laura (Really a nice girl!)

P.S. It's only 9 bucks!

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