Just like the rest of you, I've always wondered how Santa gets in my house every year on Christmas Eve. How does this jolly red giant sneak in, eat our cookies, drink our milk, and leave presents under the tree, all without being detected or maimed in the process? Maybe the children know. Let's see what they have to say.
Well, that was all very inconclusive. I'm still not convinced he can fit down our stove pipe, and get out of the stove without dying in the process. Maybe that's why he doesn't come to my house anymore. Or maybe it's because we don't put out milk and cookies anymore. Or maybe it's because Santa hates me. The holidays suck. I'm going to go listen to "Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer" and try not to cry about how much it reminds me of the first Christmas I can remember.
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