If you think I'm talking politics, this is obviously your first time here.
I'm talking about the Jolly Old Elf.
We went to my favorite breakfast place after church on Sunday, and Santa himself paid a little visit. He went around to all the tables talking to the families who were there. He asked the kids what they wanted for Christmas, and Amanda said that she wanted a Wii. He didn't flinch. He said, "I hear that a lot. I don't know if we can fill all those orders."
She then tried for a dog. "I'm not sure about that one either," he said with no apology.
"How about a penguin?" she suggested, laughing. "Maybe a stuffed penguin???"
"Well, you're easy--a Wii to a dog to a penguin to a stuffed penguin? I'm sure you'll be happy on Christmas."
After listening to Amanda talk with him, Kyle had gone from turning his head in the opposite direction to smiling at him, so when he turned to Kyle, he said, "I want another Thomas!"
Santa looked at me and read my facial expression. "Another Thomas? All right! Now let me tell you kids one more thing. I am so sick of cookies and milk and all those baked goods. Forget that. I want a slice of pizza and a Dr. Pepper. Got that?"
Oh, yeah. Santa has good taste and a healthy dose of discernment. Forget those department store imitations. Apparently this was the real Santa.