Ok, so I got sent a site that does a letter to Santa for grown-ups. It's really funny, and you should go do it yourself before you read mine, below....
North Pole, Earth
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Laura's Office party. It was Steve who spiked the punch with too much rum. I can't help it if I drank 13 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like bread.
I thought it was funny when I put Laura's dress on my head and danced the tango on the sofa while singing 'So Cold'. I didn't mean to break Laura's Camera and don't know why Laura would accuse me of murder.
I don't remember calling Bill's wife a tall cow---even though she looked like one with purple eye shadow and blue lipstick!
And when I threw up on Michelle's husband's arm, it was only because I ate too much of that chocolate.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Volkswagen through my neighbor's bedroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a fat elephant and have me arrested for robbery!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all beautiful and windy. And I'm really not to blame for any of this cold stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and quickly yours,
Debbie (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 42 bucks!
Question of the Day: How much is your bail?