Here's mine

Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Jen's Christmas party. It was Michelle who spiked the punch with too much tequila. I can't help it if I drank 47 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like coffee.
I thought it was funny when I put Jenny's spongebob pants on my head and danced the Rumba on the bed while singing `Redneck woman'. I didn't mean to break Jen's computer and don't know why Jen would sue me for speeding.
I don't remember calling Tony's wife a sexy cow---even though she looked like one with red eye shadow and blue lipstick!
And when I threw up on Cori's husband's leg, it was only because I ate too much of that chicken.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my mini van through my neighbor's chimney. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a wide dog and have me arrested for sexual harrassment!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all boring and crabby. And I'm really not to blame for any of this mean stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and lovingly yours,
Krista (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 26 bucks!