oK, this is too funny! I found this site where you fill in the blanks and it spits out your "Letter to Santa."

Dear Santa,

I have been a good girl.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at Chaz's Christmas party. It was Julie who spiked the punch with too much rum. I can't help it if I drank 312 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like lavender.

I thought it was funny when I put Sarah's shirt on my head and danced the lambada on the chair while singing `O Tannenbaum'. I didn't mean to break Chaz's cell phone and don't know why Chaz would sue me for theft.

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

And when I threw up on Dawn's husband's arm, it was only because I ate too much of that chili.

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my porsche through my neighbor's tudor. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a lovely chicken and have me arrested for DWI!

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

Sincerely and running yours,
Tabitha (Really a nice girl!)

P.S. It's only 435 bucks!