Caiti, I had to steal this from you it is SO cute!!! My letter to Santa ;)
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Megan's Christmas party. It was Katie who spiked the punch with too much vodka. I can't help it if I drank 12 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like apple pie.
I thought it was funny when I put Mark's undies on my head and danced the copper head road on the night stand while singing `Teach me how to Dougie'. I didn't mean to break Megan's blender and don't know why Megan would sue me for murder.
I don't remember calling some guy's wife a jumping donkey---even though she looked like one with purple eye shadow and green lipstick!
And when I threw up on Amanda's husband's nose, it was only because I ate too much of that pizza.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Honda through my neighbor's bathroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a stomping deer and have me arrested for streaking!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all sleepy and scratchy. And I'm really not to blame for any of this dumb stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and sideways yours,
April (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 29 bucks!
you can make your Santa letter Here!!!
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Megan's Christmas party. It was Katie who spiked the punch with too much vodka. I can't help it if I drank 12 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like apple pie.
I thought it was funny when I put Mark's undies on my head and danced the copper head road on the night stand while singing `Teach me how to Dougie'. I didn't mean to break Megan's blender and don't know why Megan would sue me for murder.
I don't remember calling some guy's wife a jumping donkey---even though she looked like one with purple eye shadow and green lipstick!
And when I threw up on Amanda's husband's nose, it was only because I ate too much of that pizza.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Honda through my neighbor's bathroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a stomping deer and have me arrested for streaking!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all sleepy and scratchy. And I'm really not to blame for any of this dumb stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and sideways yours,
April (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 29 bucks!
you can make your Santa letter Here!!!
December 14, 2011 at 8:01 AM
HAHA! Gotta love it right?! Too funny :)