I saw Santa today. I know you might be saying to yourself: "There's no way.", but it was him; same beard, face, ruddy complexion and belly.
He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, waiting at a light and looked as though he didn't have a care in the world.
I didn't see Rudolph. I'm guessing he was back at the hotel, soaking up some air conditioning. I can understand that. Reindeer don't seem to be acclimated for 90 degree temperatures.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.