Santa’s hand hovered over the plate for several moments before he decided upon a particularly festive Christmas cookie. Mmm, it looked buttery and delicious…
As soon as he lifted the treat from the plate, an alarm shrieked. The lights in the house came on and a couple ran out from a back room. They looked incongruous ~ wearing happy holiday pajamas but holding scary baseball bats. Santa didn’t have any bats in his sack, just some stuffed giraffes, an electric toothbrush, and a pair of slippers. It was the end of this route.
“Hold on there,” Scary Man said. “We need to see some ID.”
Santa backed up. “ID? But I’m Santa. Look at my beard! And my red suit.”
Scary Woman laughed. It was a scary laugh. “Anyone can buy those at the party store. We looked outside and didn’t see any reindeer. Explain that!”
“They’re tired and hungry,” Santa said. “I let them hang out at the diner down the street and wait for me. The lady there said she’d give them some oatmeal.”
Scary Man remained skeptical. “Where’s your driver’s license?”
Santa reached into his bag.
“Hey!” Scary Woman raised her bat. “What are you doing?”
“Offering you a gift,” Santa said. “It’s what I do. Your other ones are wrapped, but this is extra.”
Scary Man rejected the overture. “A giraffe? Honestly, do you think we’re idiots?”
“Wait, honey,” Scary Woman said. “When I was little I had a book called A Giraffe and a Half, and it was one of the last books Mom read to me before she died.”
“Awwww.” Scary Man hugged Scary Woman, and they weren’t so scary after they put down their bats and held stuffed giraffes instead.
“Can I have my cookie now?” Santa asked as they went upstairs to bed.
Whew, that was a close call. He picked up his sack, stuffed in all the gifts, and left with his cookie. It really was delicious.
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