Santa Claus
North Pole, Earth

Dear Santa,


I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Lily's Office party. It was Tesa who spiked the punch with too much Bubble Tea. I can't help it if I drank 7 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like Mandarin.

I thought it was funny when I put Iona's pants on my head and danced the moonwalk on the bed while singing `Ladies' Night'. I didn't mean to break Lily's PS2 and don't know why Lily would accuse me of Theft.

I don't remember calling LAnce's wife a pink kitty---even though she looked like one with black eye shadow and red lipstick!

And when I threw up on Donna's husband's nose, it was only because I ate too much of that sushi.

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my car through my neighbor's living room. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a dead squirell and have me arrested for murder!

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

Sincerely and had yours,
Bani (Really a nice girl!)

P.S. It's only 9 bucks!