As Dad patted his little girl dry after a bath, she asked, “Can Santa see me right now?”
Not wanting to weaken the jolly man’s reputation, nor soil his good name, Dad replied, “He has the ability, but would never choose to look. Now get into your pyjamas.”
Late into the night, a rustling from the kitchen jostled Dad from a doze. He removed a newspaper from his chest and went to investigate.
There he found his daughter wearing her birthday suit, hand in the cookie jar.
“I still give him reports,” he said.
She dropped the cookie and fled.
Not wanting to weaken the jolly man’s reputation, nor soil his good name, Dad replied, “He has the ability, but would never choose to look. Now get into your pyjamas.”
Late into the night, a rustling from the kitchen jostled Dad from a doze. He removed a newspaper from his chest and went to investigate.
There he found his daughter wearing her birthday suit, hand in the cookie jar.
“I still give him reports,” he said.
She dropped the cookie and fled.
