Dear Santa

Found a cute link from a comment on Melody’s blog. It is called Dear Santa
You have to fill in a huge list of details and it frames a really funny letter. Here’s mine below

Dear Santa,

I have been a good boy.

It really wasn’t my fault what happened at Melody’s Christmas party. It was Elvis who spiked the punch with too much tequila. I can’t help it if I drank 12 glasses. It was so good—smelled and tasted just like axe.

I thought it was funny when I put Clayton’s shirt on my head and danced the jive on the sofa while singing ‘Say a little prayer for you‘. I didn’t mean to break Melody’s computer and don’t know why Melody would sue me for lying.

I don’t remember calling Bombo’s wife a funny sheep—even though she looked like one with black eye shadow and red lipstick!

And when I threw up on Bimbo’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 buggy through my neighbor’s roof. I don’t think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a dumb dog and have me arrested for murder!

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

Sincerely and happily yours,
Ajay (Really a nice boy!)

P.S. It’s only 1000 bucks!