valarltd | A letter to Santa

Dear Santa,

I have been a good girl.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at Joanna's Christmas party. It was Irene who spiked the punch with too much schnapps. I can't help it if I drank 16 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like sandalwood.

I thought it was funny when I put Cara's boots on my head and danced the belly dance on the sofa while singing `Purple Rain'. I didn't mean to break Joanna's DVD Player and don't know why Joanna would sue me for arson.

I don't remember calling Darren's wife a pretty sheep---even though she looked like one with green eye shadow and orange lipstick!

And when I threw up on Evelyn'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 The Mommymobile through my neighbor's foyer. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a icky cat and have me arrested for jaywalking!

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

Sincerely and sexily yours,
Angel (Really a nice girl!)

P.S. It's only 27 bucks!

Get yours here: http://wtv-zone.com/LadyBoheme/dearsanta.html