Dear Santa
Dec. 7th, 2002 01:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
snoweeThank you VERY kindly, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
elfgeek for linking me to this bit of fun.
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Kami's Christmas party. It was Jen who spiked the punch with too much vodka. I can't help it if I drank 13 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like vanilla.
I thought it was funny when I put Kathy's shirt on my head and danced the tango on the couch while singing `Closer To God'. I didn't mean to break Kami's stun gun and don't know why Kami would sue me for indecent exposure.
I don't remember calling Nathan's wife a tiny chicken---even though she looked like one with blue eye shadow and purple lipstick!
And when I threw up on Steph's husband's elbow, it was only because I ate too much of that cookie.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Jeep through my neighbor's kitchen. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a wonky cat and have me arrested for theft!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all square and jittery. And I'm really not to blame for any of this pretty stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and quickly yours,
Snowee (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 400 bucks!
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elfgeek for linking me to this bit of fun.Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Kami's Christmas party. It was Jen who spiked the punch with too much vodka. I can't help it if I drank 13 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like vanilla.
I thought it was funny when I put Kathy's shirt on my head and danced the tango on the couch while singing `Closer To God'. I didn't mean to break Kami's stun gun and don't know why Kami would sue me for indecent exposure.
I don't remember calling Nathan's wife a tiny chicken---even though she looked like one with blue eye shadow and purple lipstick!
And when I threw up on Steph's husband's elbow, it was only because I ate too much of that cookie.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Jeep through my neighbor's kitchen. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a wonky cat and have me arrested for theft!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all square and jittery. And I'm really not to blame for any of this pretty stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and quickly yours,
Snowee (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 400 bucks!
Write your own letter.
