A Giggle

Santa ClausNorth Pole, Earth
Dear Santa,

I have been a good boy.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Dawn's Office party. It was Kerrin who spiked the punch with too much Hunters Gold. I can't help it if I drank 2 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like Vanilla.

I thought it was funny when I put Rachel's Jeans on my head and danced the Rave on the Couch while singing `Everthing I Do I Do It For You'. I didn't mean to break Dawn's Cell Phone and don't know why Dawn would accuse me of Stealing.

I don't remember calling Sean's wife a Talking Pony---even though she looked like one with Black eye shadow and Blue lipstick!
And when I threw up on Emily's husband's Back, it was only because I ate too much of that Lasagne.

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Ferrari through my neighbor's Bed Room. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a Fun Tiger and have me arrested for Murder!

So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all silly and exciting. And I'm really not to blame for any of this kind stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and singing yours,Lindi (Really a nice boy!)

P.S. It's only 7 bucks!