Mine!

Dear Santa,

I have been a good girl.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at Anne's Christmas party. It was Madison who spiked the punch with too much Diet Pepsi. I can't help it if I drank 223 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like vanilla.

I thought it was funny when I put Caryssa's hoodie on my head and danced the polka on the lawn chair while singing `"Merry Fricken Christmas"'. I didn't mean to break Anne's computer and don't know why Anne would sue me for battery.

I don't remember calling Dustin's wife a floppy horse---even though she looked like one with silver eye shadow and red lipstick!

And when I threw up on Kirsten's husband's big toe, it was only because I ate too much of that spaghetti.

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my bus through my neighbor's basement. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a slimey cat and have me arrested for burglary!

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

Sincerely and laughing yours,
Megan (Really a nice girl!)

P.S. It's only 342 bucks!