Santa

The First Time I Met Santa.

          I was riding my Bicycle through China Town. The roads were slushy.
    So. I was riding on the sidewalk, when Santa grabbed my Bicycle' handles.
    "Get the (F!) off the sidewalk!" he shouted. His breath smelled of beer.
    I was dismayed to see Santa so mean and drunk. "I'm sorry. Santa." I
    whimpered. He laughed and shook me and belched.
          I thought he would take my Bicycle back. It was my X-Mass gift
    from Santa. But,he slid back down the wall and sat in a puddle. He had
    a beer. And then, he asked me for $5. How could I say no to Santa?
    I gave him the fiver and rode away as fast as I could. Santa's a boozer
    after X-Mass. I guess he's tired.


    Merry X-Mass!