Mad Libs style, adult letters to Santa found here.
Santa ClausNorth Pole, Earth
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Crystal's Office party. It was Julie who spiked the punch with too much hot chocolate. I can't help it if I drank 1421 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like sweet pea.
I thought it was funny when I put Staci's hula skirt on my head and danced the samba on the papasan while singing `"Breakfast at Tiffany's"'. I didn't mean to break Crystal's MP3 player and don't know why Crystal would accuse me of terroristic threatening.
I don't remember calling Gary's wife a puffy chicken---even though she looked like one with fuschia eye shadow and lime lipstick!
And when I threw up on Rochelle's husband's ear, it was only because I ate too much of that jelly beans.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my plane through my neighbor's dining room. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a opaque armadillo and have me arrested for arson!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all tattered and dusty. And I'm really not to blame for any of this sparkly stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and rapidly yours,
Jaen (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 6 bucks!
1 comment:
Now that I think about it, it really should have been Staci spiking the punch. =)
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