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Sunday, December 19, 2010

A Dateline NBC Christmas Special

Remember me?  Yes, it's been a very long time since I took this blog out for a ride.  Lord willing, I'm hoping to be a little more prolific in the coming year.  Thanks for your continued support and prayers.  The following is just something goofy that started rolling around in my head this afternoon.  I have to give my friend, Gracia Zink credit for the comedic inspiration for this tale.

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[Santa lands on the rooftop...slides down the chimney...carefully lays out little Cindy Who's presents...turns around and...there sits Chris Hanson from Dateline NBC.]

Hanson:  Why don't you have a seat. Claus is it?

Santa:  Uh...yes. That's my name -- Santa Claus.

Hanson:  Mr. Claus, is it true you came here tonight to meet an underage girl?

Santa:  No! I don't want to see her or her to see me.

Hanson:  Can you honestly stand there and deny that you two have had an ongoing relationship for the past five years, involving letters, and intimate rendezvous at the mall? Do you deny that you were also here on 25 December of last year?

Santa:  I visit many children all over the world!

Hanson:  So, you admit you have a problem.

Hanson:  Now, is it true that the two of you discussed having dinner and drinks this evening, and that something really fun would be unwrapped thereafter?

Santa (Quietly)But...but..I meant cookies, milk, and a Barbie Dream Home.

Hanson:  Ah! I suppose that's some sort of Internet chat slang. And while we're on the subject, perhaps you can tell us what exactly is meant by "feeding cupid" or "tyeing up vixen?" Oh,you are a sick one!

Hanson:  Why don't you show us what you have in the bag there. Did you bring co...

Santa (Interrupting) I really must be going now! I have so much work to do.

Hanson:  You're free to go; we're not stopping you from walking right out the front door. Don't use the side door, the cops are....uh, I mean, yes you're free to leave, Claus.

[Santa lay a finger beside his jolly red nose as he flew up the chimney in a flash. He mounted his sleigh and, as he flew off into the night, he called out, "Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night...I didn't think I was doing anything wroooooooooong......"]