A TALL CHRISTMAS TALE: When I was four
I decided that, unlike my friends, I wasn't dumb enough to think
there was really a Santa Claus and I just knew that it was my mom and
dad that snuck into my sister's and my bedroom and filled our
stockings (yes, we were assimilationists to the max- tree and all...
after all, I'm Andrew, not Schlomo).
So I stayed up to catch them. And I know I didn't fall asleep but one time when I got up to check THEY
WERE FULL. I was mind-blown for another year.
Moral: Believe none of what you hear
and half of what you see. Mele Kalikimaka to the gullible. For the
rest, just be happy for the full stocking and stop asking so may
questions.
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