remember mad-libs?

Dear Santa,
 

I have been a good Girl.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at Lisa's Office party. It was Trevor who spiked the punch with too much hot apple cider. I can't help it if I drank 4 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like Dolce & Gabbana's Light Blue.

I thought it was funny when I put Steve's sock on my head and danced the the Robot on the brown leather sofa while singing `Santa Claus is Thumbing to Town'. I didn't mean to break Lisa's cell phone and don't know why Lisa would accuse me of disturbing the peace.

I don't remember calling Chris's wife a sparkling cow---even though she looked like one with teal eye shadow and pantone 716 lipstick!

And when I threw up on Jasmine's husband's leg, it was only because I ate too much of that homemade cinnamon buns.

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Yaris through my neighbor's hallway. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a slippery chicken and have me arrested for theft!

So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all dirty and wavy. And I'm really not to blame for any of this twinkling stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!



Sincerely and haphazardly yours,
Cynthia (Really a nice Girl!)

P.S. It's only 6 bucks