Can You Hear Me, Santa?

I've been a very good girl this year, I guess. Okay, let's cut the crap. I've smoked and drank alcohol, which by the way, I'm not proud of. I've bitched and whined and moaned about various things and I've pretty much broken several of the Ten Commandments. But, I still keep my faith and write to you each year. Therefore, you can't leave a sack of cinders beneath my tree because that would be a bit mean, considering I call you a friend.

So, before this gets a little bit too silly and makes me look like I have some kind of mental disorder, I'd like the following things for Christmas, please:

1. One nice expensive bottle of Red Wine.

2. Michael Jackson, alive and healthy.

3. A kitten, preferably a black and white one.

4. Some good new reading material.

5. Will and Grace box set, seasons 1-8.

6. Some quick and easy solution to my romantic life issues.

7. Some vanilla scented candles and some lavender incense.

8. A happy ending to the Chryed storyline in Eastenders, one that has a total sunset ending.

Now that I read back over that list, I think some of my suggestions are a bit too far out there perhaps? Okay. I'll start again, shall I?

1. One nice cheap bottle of Red Wine.

2. Liable amounts of Michael Jackson merchandise.

3. A new guinea pig or other small rodent.

4. Some good new reading material.

5. Will and Grace, seasons 3-8 because I actually have the first two somewhere.

6. Just bring me John Partridge, straight and single, you got me?

7. Some vanilla scented candles and lavender incense.

8. An ending to the Chryed storyline, one that won't bring tears to my eyes and keeps my ship sailing.

The milk and cookies will be on the fireplace.

Peace Out,

Bethany Louise.