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Dec. 23rd, 2005 04:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
disneydream06My letter to Santa......
Santa Claus
North Pole, Earth
Dear Santa,
I have been a good boy.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Derek's Office party. It was Angie who spiked the punch with too much chocolate martini. I can't help it if I drank 15 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like vanilla.
I thought it was funny when I put Mary's sweater on my head and danced the tango on the sofa while singing `Bells of St. Paul'. I didn't mean to break Derek's television and don't know why Derek would accuse me of auto theft.
I don't remember calling Andy's wife a boring horse---even though she looked like one with blue eye shadow and purple lipstick!
And when I threw up on Teresa's husband's hand, 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 Cadillac through my neighbor's bedroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a heavy dog and have me arrested for burglary!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all tall and shifty. And I'm really not to blame for any of this weird stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and meekly yours,
Jon (Really a nice boy!)
P.S. It's only 63 bucks!
Santa Claus
North Pole, Earth
Dear Santa,
I have been a good boy.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Derek's Office party. It was Angie who spiked the punch with too much chocolate martini. I can't help it if I drank 15 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like vanilla.
I thought it was funny when I put Mary's sweater on my head and danced the tango on the sofa while singing `Bells of St. Paul'. I didn't mean to break Derek's television and don't know why Derek would accuse me of auto theft.
I don't remember calling Andy's wife a boring horse---even though she looked like one with blue eye shadow and purple lipstick!
And when I threw up on Teresa's husband's hand, 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 Cadillac through my neighbor's bedroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a heavy dog and have me arrested for burglary!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all tall and shifty. And I'm really not to blame for any of this weird stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and meekly yours,
Jon (Really a nice boy!)
P.S. It's only 63 bucks!
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Date: 2005-12-23 05:37 pm (UTC)sheesh Jon, you're an alkie...15 chocolate martinis?
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Date: 2005-12-24 07:40 am (UTC)