Dear Santa,
I have been a good boy.
It Really wasn't my fault what happened at Chloe's Christmas Party it was Sincerity who spiked the punch with to much firewhiskey, I couldn't help it if I drank 67 glasses, it was so good, it smelled and tasted just like vanilla
I thought it was funny when I put Anya's pants on my head and danced the Funky Chicken on the bed while singing "I've got a lovely bunch of cocanuts" I didn't mean to break Chloe's electric penguin and I don't know why Chloe would sue me for assault with a tomato
I Don't remember calling Padfoot's wife a foxy chick, though she did look like it in blue eye shadow and pink lipstick!
And when I threw up on Anya's husbands leg(aww poor Remmy ) It was only because I ate to much of that eggnog
After all that fun, I admit, I was a little tired so I feel asleep on my way home and drove my broom through my neighbors fence I still don't think there was any reason for my neighbor to call my a kablooey Lion and have me arrested for killing Barbie!!
So Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, All Burn and Hyper. I'm really not to blame for any of this Jittery stuff. Please bring me what I want the most-bail money!
Sincerely and bouncily yours
Prongs(who really is a good boy!)
P.S. it's only 347 bucks!