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Added on: 17th Dec 2014

 

AS WE WERE PUTTING OUT BISCUITS

 

FOR SANTA ON CHRISTMAS EVE,

 

I ACCIDENTALLY DROPPED ONE.

 

"NO PROBLEM," I SAID,

 

PICKING IT UP AND DUSTING IT OFF

 

BEFORE PLACING IT BACK ON THE PLATE.

 

"YOU CAN’T DO THAT,"

 

ARGUED MY FOUR-YEAR-OLD.

 

"DON’T WORRY. SANTA WILL NEVER KNOW."

 

HE SHOT ME A LOOK.

 

"SO HE KNOWS IF I’VE BEEN BAD OR GOOD,

 

BUT HE DOESN’T KNOW THE

 

BISCUIT FELL ON THE FLOOR?"

 

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