FW: If Santa Answered his mail...

---------------------- Forwarded by Donald W Herrick/HOU/ECT on 12/06/2000
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Enron North America Corp.

From: Kyle Roblee @ ENRON 11/28/2000 06:43 PM

To: Paul Pizzolato/HOU/ECT@ECT, Christopher A Helfrich/HOU/ECT@ECT, Eric
Scott/HOU/ECT@ECT, Brandon Neff/HOU/EES@EES, Donald W Herrick/HOU/ECT@ECT,
Keith Crane/HOU/AZURIX@AZURIX
cc:
Subject: FW: If Santa Answered his mail...

---------------------- Forwarded by Kyle Roblee/NA/Enron on 11/28/2000 06:41
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Jeffery McVey <JMcVey@ExhibitWorks.com< on 11/28/2000 06:39:28 PM
To: Kyle Roblee <kroblee@enron.com<
cc:

Subject: FW: If Santa Answered his mail...

it gets better....
-----Original Message-----
From: Jim McDaniel
Sent: Tuesday, November 28, 2000 3:01 PM
To: Dave Aslanian; Dave Galbraith; Jerry Garber; Jeffery McVey; Randy
Boutte; Robert Egger; Stu Smith; Jerry Kern
Subject: If Santa Answered his mail...

< Dear Santa

< I wud like a kool toy space ranjur fer Xmas. Iv ben a gud boy all yeer.

< Yer Frend,ChUCk

<

< Dear Chuck,

< Nice spelling. You're on your way to a career in lawn care. How about I

< send you an elementary reading book so you can learn to read and write?

< I'm giving your older brother the space ranger. At least HE can spell!

< Santa

<

<

< Dear Santa,

< I have been a good girl all year, and the only thing I ask for is peace

< And joy in the world for everybody!

< Love,Sarah

<

< Dear Sarah,

< Your parents smoked pot when they had you, didn't they?

< Santa

<

<

< Dear Santa,

< I don't know if you can do this, but for Christmas, I'd like for my mommy

< and daddy to get back together. Please see what you can do.

< Love,Teddy

<

< Dear Teddy,

< Look, your dad's banging the babysitter like a screen door in a

< hurricane. Do you think he's gonna give that up to come back to your

< frigid mom,

< Who rides his butt constantly? It's time to give up that dream. Let me get

< you some nice Legos instead.

< Santa

<

<

< Dear Santa,

< I want a new bike, a Playstation, a train, some G.I. Joes, a dog, a Drum

< kit, a pony and a tuba.

< Love, Francis

<

< Dear Francis,

< Who names their kid "Francis" nowadays? I bet you're gay.

< Santa

<

<

< Dear Santa,

< I left milk and cookies for you under the tree, and I left carrots for

< your

< reindeer outside the back door.

< Love, Susan

<

< Dear Susan,

< Milk gives me the runs and carrots make the deer fart in my face when

< riding in the sleigh. You want to do me a favor? Leave me a bottle of

< scotch.

< Santa

<

<

< Dear Santa,

< What do you do the other 364 days of the year? Are you busy making toys?

< Your friend, Thomas

<

< Dear Thomas,

< All the toys are made in China. I have a condo in Vegas, where I spend

< most

< of my time making low-budget porno films. I unwind by drinking myself

< silly

< and squeezing the asses of cocktail waitresses while losing money at

< the craps table.

< Hey, you wanted to know.

< Santa

<

< Dear Santa,

< Do you see us when we're sleeping, do you really know when we're

< awake, like in the song?

< Love, Jessica

<

< Dear Jessica,

< Are you really that gullible?

< Good luck in whatever you do. I'm skipping your house.

< Santa

<

< Dear Santa,

< I really really want a puppy this year. Please please please PLEASE

< PLEASE could I have one?

< Timmy

<

< Timmy,

< That whiney begging shit may work with your folks, but that crap

< doesn't work with me. You're getting a sweater again.

< Santa

<

< Dearest Santa,

< We don't have a chimney in our house, how do you get into our home?

< Love, Marky

<

< Mark,

< First, stop calling yourself "Marky", that's why you're getting your

< Ass whipped at school. Second, you don't live in a house, you live in a

< low-rent apartment complex. Third, I get inside your pad just like all

< the burglars do, through your bedroom window.

< Sweet Dreams,

< Santa