Short Stories, Poems and Life

Santa Memories

This year before showing up as Santa, I called my daughter to see if she wanted some cucumbers from my bumper crop. She told me to bring them so when arrived in my Santa suit, my grandson Chase was there waiting for me. I handed him the bag of cucumbers as I got out of the car, he grabbed the bag and ran into the house. When I came into the house my daughter told me Chase was crying because Santa brought him pickles for Christmas! He got over it quickly, the party was a hit. All the kids had a ball. -Bob

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