It was two weeks before Christmas. A friend and I went to see a high school musical. The auditorium was filled to capacity. Parents, grandparents, brothers, and sisters filled every seat. But towards the back and in the middle sat a man. His red suit, natural long grey beard, and his big belly set him apart from the others. I think that Santa made an early appearance this year.
When intermission was announced my friend and I went out to the hall and filled our tins with cookies. On the way back we noticed that Santa was no longer sitting down but standing in the corner by himself. We looked at each other and the wheels starting turning in my mind. I am going to have some fun with this man. Then my friend asked me if I would like to talk to Santa. Knowing that I would never see him again, I felt a bit mischievous. "Of course, let's put our order in."
We smiled at Santa as we approached like a hyena about ready to pounce on their prey. Then I told Santa that we would like to put our order in for Christmas. He asked what we wanted. "Cowboys", I said, and then we burst into uproarious laughter. " Not just one cowboy, but we each need a cowboy." Santa stood there speechless holding my arm so that I wouldn't get away before he could find something to say. "Don't leave I am trying to think of something." he said. The silence seemed to last an eternity as we waited for a response. Tired of waiting, I went on to say, " I don't think that there are that many cowboys in this area." Then Santa finally said, " You may have to settle for cut outs then." My friend and I looked at each other knowing that this was our exit cue.
We headed towards our seats. "All Santa could offer was cut outs?" I said. "No wonder kids stop believing in Santa. If he cannot get you what you want then why bother asking." Then we burst out laughing again.
The Santa picture came from here.
