Letter to Santa

 Dear Santa,

I have been a good girl.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at Wendy's Christmas party. It was Julie who spiked the punch with too much Red wine. I can't help it if I drank 25 glasses. It was SO good .......... smelled and tasted just like chocolate.

I thought it was funny when I put Pat's bra on my head and danced the twist on the table while singing `White Christmas'. I didn't mean to break Wendy's Ipod and don't know why Wendy would sue me for idiocy.

I don't remember calling Nick's wife an ugly donkey ..... even though she looked like one with mauve eye shadow and green lipstick!

And when I threw up on Debbie's husband's head, it was only because I ate too much of that curry.

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Zafira through my neighbor's door. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a hot dog and have me arrested for drunkeness!

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

Sincerely and stupidly yours,
Jilly (Really a nice girl!)

P.S. It's only 500 bucks!

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