Dear Santa

Dear Santa,

I know I'm in your naughty list this year. Life got too hectic, not a single Christmas card got sent out from my mailbox. I bet my friends are thrilled! I was a lot better last year, for I managed to send 4 out of the 10 cards I wrote. It's not all my fault you know. I have a perfectly good excuse. Time flew by real fast. All I know is at the beginning of 2008, I blinked and all of a sudden, I'm at the end of it. I was totally caught by surprise. So, if you happen to drop by my friends' homes (because hopefully they did a better job than me), please, pretty please, wish all of them A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS and A HAPPY and PROSPEROUS NEW YEAR (coming from the very bottom of my fart, err, heart)!!!

Love,
rhadanella.

P.S.
If it makes you feel better, I want you to know that each time I receive a card, be from the snail mail or ecard online, I feel this deep sense of guilt. I promise to be better next year. To prove I'm serious, I'll buy the Christmas cards the day after Christmas at huge discount so I can have them ready for next year. So in 2009, you can forget about the lump of coal and snowman poop because I deserve the HDTV that's on top of my 2009 Christmas list.