Go here: http://members.aol.com/frogiearno/dearsanta.htm to create your own. here is my letter:
Santa Claus
North Pole, Earth
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Mrs behavin's Office party. It was carebear3030 who spiked the punch with too much Smirdoff. I can't help it if I drank 3 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like scent.
I thought it was funny when I put project mayhem's shirt on my head and danced the salsa on the bed while singing `my humps'. I didn't mean to break Mrs behavin's PDA and don't know why Mrs behavin would accuse me of murder.
I don't remember calling Bossman351's wife a big Cow---even though she looked like one with red eye shadow and blue lipstick!
And when I threw up on Julie's husband's breasts, it was only because I ate too much of that strawberrys.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my mustang through my neighbor's bathroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a small dog and have me arrested for robbery!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all gigantic and dirty. And I'm really not to blame for any of this sexy stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and to jump yours,
Veronica (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 5 bucks!
Santa Claus
North Pole, Earth
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Mrs behavin's Office party. It was carebear3030 who spiked the punch with too much Smirdoff. I can't help it if I drank 3 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like scent.
I thought it was funny when I put project mayhem's shirt on my head and danced the salsa on the bed while singing `my humps'. I didn't mean to break Mrs behavin's PDA and don't know why Mrs behavin would accuse me of murder.
I don't remember calling Bossman351's wife a big Cow---even though she looked like one with red eye shadow and blue lipstick!
And when I threw up on Julie's husband's breasts, it was only because I ate too much of that strawberrys.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my mustang through my neighbor's bathroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a small dog and have me arrested for robbery!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all gigantic and dirty. And I'm really not to blame for any of this sexy stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and to jump yours,
Veronica (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 5 bucks!