Remember the mad libs we did as kids?? Here's a Christmas one... Dear Santa Letter
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Patti's Office party. It was Katie who spiked the punch with too much pina colada. I can't help it if I drank 15 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like lavendar.
I thought it was funny when I put Heather's socks on my head and danced the cha cha on the chair while singing `Beat It'. I didn't mean to break Patti's calculator and don't know why Patti would accuse me of robbery.
I don't remember calling Jerry's wife a slimy duck---even though she looked like one with black eye shadow and red lipstick!
And when I threw up on Kris's husband's arm, it was only because I ate too much of that cookies.
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 bathroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a cold monkey and have me arrested for murder!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all soft and fuzzy. And I'm really not to blame for any of this warm stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and sickenly yours,
Meari (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 68 bucks!
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