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Charles Hice

Rookie (May 13 2004 / Heaven)

Santa Saws

Santa Saws
The sign outside said $22.95 plus all applicable sales tax. Santa Saws sold here. The saws were painted green on the metal part and red on the handle it seemed to be a good idea. But the Christmas fairy came and stood outside the window and he went to the North Pole and SNITCHED this out to Santa. He told Santa he had seen those painted green on the metal and red upon the handle painted Santa Saws and the price. This info made Santa mad. Red on the nose with angry and green to the gills with envy for the money to be made was supposed to be his. He was soon dressed in his Jolly Green Black Boots and his Big Red Coat. He stood outside the window of the HomeTowne Electrical Shoppe. He slipped his finger up beside his nose and gave his eye a twinkle and up the side of the building he arose to stand upon the roof. He marched to the little box that every machine shop has on top and he opened the little trap door and down that chimney he went on the stairs rungs. He took every Santa Saw in that place and placed them in his big toy bag. Then out the door he went he was heard to say when he went of sight THAT will teach them to sell saws and try to make a profit in MY name. The Moral of the Story is simply thus. Do not use the name of Santa in vain or let the Fairy look in the windows. HIde all your Santa Saws from Santa Claus.

Submitted: Wednesday, December 19, 2012

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