Santa came to my home last night.
He drank his Coopers Pale Ale to the lees.
He ate his star-shaped iced shortbread.
And the reindeer had a gnaw on a carrot.
I wish you all a merry Xmas and a peaceful holiday season. Be safe & well.
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My faith in Santa was shaky but it has been restored!
Merry Christmas to you!
That a carrot? I thought it was some type of sex toy, Merry Xmas!
Malach is reading my mind! Merry X-Mas to all!!
No wonder Santa is so roly-poly. He stopped at our house for a midnight snack too.
Merry Xtals * Hoppy New Year!
Merry Christmas Cissy.
Apparently those reindeer are picky eaters, huh?
chickie; And a hope-filled New Year to you.
malach: Of course.
sara sue: An X-rated New Year for you, sistah.
anaglyph: He was here around 11pm.
mike: The mere absence of carrot would be no proof at all (unless it was Schrodinger's carrot)
So, if Santa drank an ale at every house he stopped at (and vodka shots in Russia), by the time he hit America he was probably pretty blitzed, which would explain the sleigh runner in the maple tree out front.
Merry Xymas!!
colonel: You just know it's the reindeer who do all the work. Ho ho ho.
Better keep Rasputin away from those reindeer...
Happy New Year, Sistah Strutt!
Atlas: Nah, there are plenty more now ...
Sara Sue: Watched the fireworks from the roof of my building and sent peace & hope thought-beams out over the world. Didja feel 'em?
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