Dear Santa...try it

Santa Claus, North Pole, Earth
Dear Santa,

I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Leah's Office party. It was Kim who spiked the punch with too much vodka. I can't help it if I drank 7 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like jasmine.
I thought it was funny when I put Carrie's panties on my head and danced the 2-step on the Bed while singing `"Motel Lights"'. I didn't mean to break Leah's toaster and don't know why Leah would accuse me of theft.
I don't remember calling Mitch's wife a unruly Horse---even though she looked like one with Red eye shadow and Blue lipstick!
And when I threw up on Barbie's husband's leg, it was only because I ate too much of that mexican food.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my truck through my neighbor's bedroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a furry Cat and have me arrested for DUI!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all shiny and loving. And I'm really not to blame for any of this swift stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and seriously yours,Lisa (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 37 bucks!