December 2nd

Darling Santa,

I have, from all reports, been VERY good this year. I have been helpful to others as well. I helped Special Agent Pendergast catch that geeky brother of his. It doesn't matter that I was the decoy, I still helped. Although he was very hot, he liked diamonds more than me. He also caused me to ruin a perfectly good pair of Jimmy Choo heels with all that running around in the Underground. That was the pair of shoes that I told everyone came from Famous Footwear. I also helped Agent Pendergast get out of prison. It was because of his longing to once again kiss a lock of my long, glossy hair (only on my head this time) that he defied all odds in allowing his simple servant, a city officer, and that fat, crippled man break him out eventhough he was getting along so well with the other inmates. I helped Nora Smithback run the Museum, too. Nora is a little on the dense side and was busy trying to make the Egyptologist they had before I arrived to straighten things out. I am so grateful to Dr. Menzies for giving me the job. He was such a lovely man. I wonder whatever happened to him? Fell into a hot prospect, I imagine. Now for the important part. I would like the following for Christmas:

Special Agent Aloysius X.L. Pendergast
Dr. AXL Pendergast
Aloysius Pendergast
AXL Pendergast
Al Honey
A box and gift wrapping will not be necessary but a bow would be nice. So would a new Jag. If my gift is currently wrapped up somewhere (Ha Ha What a card I am!) then a movie star to while away the time would be fine.
Truly yours with love and kisses,
Lady Viola



December 26th

Santa:

Thank you so much for the gifts. Next year I will clarify just a tad. I'm sure Flipper is loads of fun, but a human movie star was more what I had in mind. The green Jag is lovely. I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I have no use for a Match-Box car. We won't go into Axel, the Swedish chef. I am well aware that this mix-up could not be your fault. This always happens when you deal with the little people, elves or not. They are, after all, factory workers.
Regards,
Dr. Lady Viola Maskelene

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