Before you get trapped in the crush of holiday shoppers, take time and present a gift to the G-man. It's just 55 words. :)
“Mom? I’m confused,” the little boy sighed.
“Friday night we walked with skinny St. Nick.
Drank hot chocolate.”
“Saturday morning we had Breakfast.
With fat Santa.”
“So if Santa is undercover as Skinny Nick in a robe on Friday,
how many pancakes did he eat Saturday to get fat again?”
And thus, for the 20th straight year, I'll be pouring hot chocolate tonight and taking pictures of kids with Santa at Saturday's breakfast. Thank heaven I don't qualify to wear either costume. :)