Dear Santa, The Restraining Order Has Expired

Dear Santa, The Restraining Order Has Expired, a photo by hbmike2000 (please see profile) on Flickr.

Dear Santa,

The restraining order you put against me has expired. I would like to extend my apologies and let bygones be bygones. On looking back, I realize that I shouldn't have baked cookies with laxitives for you or left the glass of milk out for a week. I have to admit, I still chuckle a little about the mess you made at Little Timmy's house next door though. And I have removed all sticky tape from the roof so the reindeer are safe and wont have their hair ripped off this year. I also have come to the conclusion that hooking the fireplace up to a flame thrower was just a bad idea all around but in my defense, it was cold.

In conclusion, I forgive you Santa for the rock wrapped in underwear that you chucked at me last Christmas Eve and I expect lots of big things from you this year. And then on the 26th of December you can have Mrs Santa Clause back.

PS
Please don't be late, she eats a lot and it's getting expensive. Plus, she's not really that jolly at all.

View on black or may you cookies be filled with laxitives

for
Cliche Saturday
HCS