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Santa Clause
North Pole, Earth
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Jackie's Office party. It was Kristin who spiked the punch with too much Jack n Coke. I can't help it if I drank 24 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like cookies.
I thought it was funny when I put Aly's shoes on my head and danced the Tennessee Waltz on the bed while singing `I Wanna Be Bad'. I didn't mean to break Jackie's blender and don't know why Jackie would accuse me of public indecency.
I don't remember calling Adam's wife a soft horse---even though she looked like one with blue eye shadow and red lipstick!
And when I threw up on Louisa's husband's arm, it was only because I ate too much of that meatloaf.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Silverado through my neighbor's kitchen. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a swift pug and have me arrested for stealing!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all clean and dusty. And I'm really not to blame for any of this sick stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and always yours,
Hannah (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 8 bucks!
http://members.aol.com/frogiearno/dearsanta.htm
North Pole, Earth
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Jackie's Office party. It was Kristin who spiked the punch with too much Jack n Coke. I can't help it if I drank 24 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like cookies.
I thought it was funny when I put Aly's shoes on my head and danced the Tennessee Waltz on the bed while singing `I Wanna Be Bad'. I didn't mean to break Jackie's blender and don't know why Jackie would accuse me of public indecency.
I don't remember calling Adam's wife a soft horse---even though she looked like one with blue eye shadow and red lipstick!
And when I threw up on Louisa's husband's arm, it was only because I ate too much of that meatloaf.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Silverado through my neighbor's kitchen. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a swift pug and have me arrested for stealing!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all clean and dusty. And I'm really not to blame for any of this sick stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and always yours,
Hannah (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 8 bucks!
http://members.aol.com/frogiearno/dearsanta.htm