Ha! Ayesha, you’re all over it. Except I think it’s actually beaf, not beef.
Dear Santa,
Please refer to that list I sent you a while back for my wish list. You remember, the one with a list of Dopers I most want to find under my tree tied up with red ribbons.
Love,
Arden.
PS. Anyway I can talk you out of that buggy whip?
Santa,
I would love a new litter box, a scrathcing post, and one of those toy mice with the little wheels so that it rolls around. Oh, and some of those balls with the little bells in them for me to chase under the fridge. That would be purrrrrfect.
Kitty licks!
Cougarfang
Dear Santa,
Can I get some new balls, please?
Sincerely,
Crunchy Frog.
Hey! You in the red!
Can you make these %$#@&? experiements work so I can get out of this frakin’lab to see the light of day??
Frustrated in Penn,
Verrain
Santa,
You know that suitcase I lost in August? I would like that back.
manhattan
PSS: I would also dearly love a spell checker option for the SDMB.
Dear Santa,
I want Sir Mixalot to come to the bank and wake me up and bust a groove and make all the customers get up and do the Humpty Dance and let me do backup vocals and let me spin for him!
Oh, yeah, and can I have M.C. Hammer’s pants?
Da’Lovin Dj
Dear Santa,
Lederhosen.
-Kilt wearin’ man
Dear Santa,
I would like a copy of “101 dirty sex jokes.” If I can use the situations described therein and live them out in real life, I will be the ruler of the TMI thread.
Best,
UncleBeer
Dearest Santa,
Make me an American. Please.
-matt_mcl
Dear Santy Clause,
I want to sing for the President!