It started with a knock at the screen door: "...come on out and see me in my glory," said Santa.
"It's all about me," said Santa. "Come back later," said Santa. I did not know why.
Suddenly, Santa has to share the stage.
A very brown man, probably a jazz musician, dropped by and just sort of hung out.
Peter O'Toole quit drinking years ago but still sees penguins.
Baby Jesus was just a fetus, stuck in Santa's sack...
This will have to do...
You don't go to the War on Christmas with the icons you want--you go to the War on Christmas with the icons you have!
Peace to all!
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