Dear Santa

Dear Santa,

I have been a good girl. It really wasn’t my fault what happened at Renelle’s Christmas party. It was Vik who spiked the punch with too much margarita. I can’t help it if I drank 7 glasses. It was so good—smelled and tasted just like gardenia.

 I thought it was funny when I put Gemma’s scarf on my head and danced the chicken dance on the sofa while singing `Blue Christmas’. I didn’t mean to break Renelle’s tv and don’t know why Renelle would sue me for stealing. I don’t remember calling Dan’s wife a cute sheep—even though she looked like one with blue eye shadow and red lipstick!

And when I threw up on Theresa’s husband’s nose, it was only because I ate too much of that spaghetti.

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 roof. I don’t think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a light cat and have me arrested for robbery!

So, Santa…here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all cold and wet. And I’m really not to blame for any of this hot stuff. Please bring me what I want the most—bail money!

Sincerely and running yours,
andi (Really a nice girl!)

P.S. It’s only 5 bucks!

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