Monday, December 24, 2012
A TALL CHRISTMAS TALE
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.