Someone appeared to have gotten her quite high with eggnog! They found her, uh....on Christmas Eve, from walking home. The next morning, in the snow, tracks were found across her feeble bod. And the lowest of dastardly lows? The family on Christmas day was torn between opening Grandma's presents or sending them back! So, what do you think the family, uh, did?
And guess what? The "law" didn't charge the St. Nickster for driving a bell tingling sleigh tingling without a license.
Yes, that's my Christmas story, and I'm sticking to it, Pilgrims.
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