[for get-pushed challenge from Lisa Poland to "How about doing a twist on Christmas, so maybe a Grinch Christmas?"]
Mr Pig here. It wasn't until we were almost home that I started to understand what a terrible Santa the squealers had met. And when I did, I rushed back downtown to give my outrage a bit of satisfaction. The department store said that they knew nothing about any Santa out on their boardwalk, and he certainly wasn't their problem, but they would keep an eye out. It was too late for us, though. The damage to my squealers may be permanent! Crystal said, "nonsense, Mr. Pig! The squealers would have learned swear words soon enough and we should stop making such a big deal about them." But they wouldn't have learned those bad words from Santa, of all people. He apparently told them, and I quote, "Christmas is a fucking waste of time. It's a ploy to get suckers to spend lots of money and pretend they like each other. Fucking waste of time." They didn't know what to say, so they told him what they wanted for Christmas. He laughed at them and told them they would never be good enough to deserve tricycles, and Santa didn't exist. They laughed and said he was real! He told them he wasn't and they demanded to know how he could talk if he wasn't real. One of them had the bright idea to start pulling on his beard. They all joined in and he abruptly stood up and said, "next." Crystal and I had seen the beard pulling, so we scolded them and apologized to the Santa. The squealers were very subdued on the way home. I thought my scolding had had a bigger effect than my scoldings usually have. Then we were almost home and I heard one of them say "fucking waste of time." So the whole story came out. Crystal tucked them into bed while I went back downtown. She explained to them that the Santa was right, in a way, because he wasn't really Santa but just a bad man pretending to be Santa. Of course they deserve tricycles! It's hard to stay worried around Crystal. She always sees the bright side. But I do wish we had stood a little closer while they were chatting with that awful Santa.
Francoise...You are a great story teller. There's always a moral to
your stories or a hidden meaning which I like to interpret for myself. Great shot that matches your story line...:)
your stories or a hidden meaning which I like to interpret for myself. Great shot that matches your story line...:)