|I know when you've been sleeping! I know when you're awake...|
The stroller raced through the Mall, with Samuel enjoying the ride. With the revised harness, there was little else for him to do. He had ditched a shoe back by Godiva, so he was pleased.
The Mommy came to a stop at the Mall Christmas tree, where Santa was seated on the big throne. Without much pause, she replaced the retrieved shoe, and hoisted up the surprised Samuel. Dang. She’s gotten quick these days.
Samuel found himself on Santa’s lap, peering up at the jovial man with the halo of white hair and beard. “Ho, Ho, Ho…”
At mid-Ho!, Samuel stuck his index finger up into Santa’s nostril. Up yours, jolly old elf.
Click, flash! The camera captured the moment.
Santa wrapped his gloved hand around Samuel’s and brought it down. He’s been trained for this. Samuel decided.
Santa bent his head down to Samuel and spoke. “I know all about you. I know what you did to the cat. The scissors and all. I know.”
Samuel grew still. That event had not gone well for either of them.
Then Santa whispered into Samuel’s ear. “I know about….”
Samuel was stunned. How could Santa know that?
Then Samuel was back in the stroller, gazing dully at Santa, who tapped his temple. “Ho, Ho, Ho!”