We decorated cookies on Christmas Eve.
It's a tradition.
It's a tradition.
We never eat them.
We give them to Santa.
I should get a tray to set them on.
Santa's not a dog.
Right?
Sam passed out early from holiday cheer so Zoe chose Santa and Mrs. Claus.
I thought she looked more like his mistress.
But whatever. Santa's not a dog!
Right?
I thought she looked more like his mistress.
But whatever. Santa's not a dog!
Right?
Zoe says (in her best fairy voice) Santa is a maaaaaaagical creature
who does not poop or die.
I think she may be right.
who does not poop or die.
I think she may be right.
Of all the folks I can think of, Santa seems to run the highest
risk of developing Type II Diabetes.
Yet he doesn't.
Amazing.
3 comments:
It's because he works so hard that he burns up all that sugar.
Does not poop or die! Laughing!!!!
That's a really sweet tradition.
We give Sinterklaas a whole lot of booze. And carrots for his horse.
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