Santa and me [scary!]

Here i am terrorizing a Mall Santa at Luis joliet mall in Joliet, IL.



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this should do it

so what did you ask him for?

I asked him to take his hand off my butt

frankthedm said:

Here i am terrorizing a Mall Santa at Luis joliet mall in Joliet, IL.

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Isn';t that where Jake Blues went to prison?

joliet jake, you got it. i used to date a girl that lived in joliet. never saw the prison though.

Statesville looks like a typical prison from the outside, if you ask me. All I know is that they put on a DAMN good haunted house in October--I'd kill to work there!

That reminds me of a magical tale I like to tell over cider and figgy pudding...
<cue sentimental christmas music>

One Christmas, long ago, I was sitting upon Santa's lap.

He looked kind of beat, y'know? I was the last kid in line, and I had waited all day at old man Ferguson's Department store. Even though he seemed tired and worn, Santa's red face lit up and he smiled with his eyes, as he let out a hearty "Ho, Ho, Ho!" even though I was the only kid left.
Well, Good Old Saint Nick finally asked what I wanted for Christmas that year...

So I looked up at him with a lump in my throat and a quiver in my voice, and said:

"Golly, Santa, every year you bring toys an' presents ta all the good boys and girls in the whole world.... I reckon it's about time someone asked you what you want for christmas. I don't have much, but I'll shine shoes all week so's I can buy it for ya! What'll it be big guy? "

And, you know, Kris Kringle looked at the patches on my knees, and the mud on my face, and said with a misty twinkle in his eye:


"Just sit there, son, just sit there."

I was laughing too hard to ask for anything.

RSKennan said:

That reminds me of a magical tale I like to tell over cider and figgy pudding...
<cue sentimental christmas music>

One Christmas, long ago, I was sitting upon Santa's lap.

He looked kind of beat, y'know? I was the last kid in line, and I had waited all day at old man Ferguson's Department store. Even though he seemed tired and worn, Santa's red face lit up and he smiled with his eyes, as he let out a hearty "Ho, Ho, Ho!" even though I was the only kid left.
Well, Good Old Saint Nick finally asked what I wanted for Christmas that year...

So I looked up at him with a lump in my throat and a quiver in my voice, and said:

"Golly, Santa, every year you bring toys an' presents ta all the good boys and girls in the whole world.... I reckon it's about time someone asked you what you want for christmas. I don't have much, but I'll shine shoes all week so's I can buy it for ya! What'll it be big guy? "

And, you know, Kris Kringle looked at the patches on my knees, and the mud on my face, and said with a misty twinkle in his eye:


"Just sit there, son, just sit there."

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That's a touching story!

D'ja ever stop to think that Santa's a fey? He fits through strange, small places a normal person can't (chimneys), and leaves behind presents- and we leave food out for him (milk and cookies)...