Dear Santa...
hehee, go here and make your own :-D
Santa Clause
North Pole, Earth
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at James's Office party. It was Ken who spiked the punch with too much coke. I can't help it if I drank 12 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like raspberry.
I thought it was funny when I put Steph's sweater on my head and danced the salsa on the bed while singing `Dreaming'. I didn't mean to break James's computer and don't know why James would accuse me of fraud.
I don't remember calling Mike's wife a loveable cow---even though she looked like one with Red eye shadow and Navy lipstick!
And when I threw up on Charlene's husband's eyes, it was only because I ate too much of that chocolate.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my TT through my neighbor's window. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a biggest cat and have me arrested for attack!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all nervous and smaller. And I'm really not to blame for any of this cutest stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and very yours,
Shelley (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 7 bucks!
Santa Clause
North Pole, Earth
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at James's Office party. It was Ken who spiked the punch with too much coke. I can't help it if I drank 12 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like raspberry.
I thought it was funny when I put Steph's sweater on my head and danced the salsa on the bed while singing `Dreaming'. I didn't mean to break James's computer and don't know why James would accuse me of fraud.
I don't remember calling Mike's wife a loveable cow---even though she looked like one with Red eye shadow and Navy lipstick!
And when I threw up on Charlene's husband's eyes, it was only because I ate too much of that chocolate.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my TT through my neighbor's window. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a biggest cat and have me arrested for attack!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all nervous and smaller. And I'm really not to blame for any of this cutest stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and very yours,
Shelley (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 7 bucks!