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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.
A very special gift for you, and it should be delivered very soon...
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…
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He knows when you've been sleeping, he knows when you're awake...This always creeped me out. |
Note: so many new readers wondered about Samuel's backstory. I have created a new blog which starts today and will run the old Samuel stories. I will continue to post the new ones here and add them there. Here is the address:
http://sekanewriter.blogspot.com