|We have all been there...HehHeh|
Holding Samuel’s hands in a firm gloved grip, Santa leaned in, “I see that Ginger and you have formed an alliance. That won’t end well for her, so back off.” Santa let loose with another HO! HO! HO! “That birthday party, well, what can I say? It was a brilliant, but you deserve a boatload of coal on that one…”
Santa proceeded to reveal his knowledge about The Father’s electric shaver and Mother’s fancy boots. About the garage black operation with the oil can and the neighbor’s convertible. All of the things no one could prove. He had seen so much, everything.
Get it over, Old Man. I have a list of things I want for Christmas: First, Nana needs to move out of the house, and…
But Santa cut him off. “HO! HO!...” He was cut off with a deeply felt groan after Samuel aimed a good hard shoe at Santa’s family jewels.
Santa’s eyes never lost its twinkle. “Well, Samuel. I have a very special gift for you, and it should be delivered very soon. So, down ye go, lad. Go about your business. The tree by the exit will do nicely.”
Samuel smiled with delight. As he wiggled down off Santa’s lap, Samuel cut loose with a long held fart. They both smiled. All was understood.
As Nana and The Mother stopped to get the photo, their backs were turned. Samuel found the tree by the exit. With a great sigh, Samuel unzipped and let the stream of yellow pee flow deep into the tree’s roots. He zipped up, turning in time to see Santa give him a thumbs-up. Maybe the Fat Guy is not so bad…I wonder if that is what he does to our Christmas tree…
|He knows when you've been sleeping, he knows when you're awake...This always creeped me out.|