Watson grips the chair and pushes it harshly into the desk behind me, “Do. Not. Play. Games. With. Me. Boy.” He spits out, “I am a kind man but she is like a daughter to me and I see the way you are looking at her.” His bite is sharp and I am left stunned. I watch as he walks away without so much as a glance back in my direction.
What do you call a kid who doesn't believe in Santa? A rebel without a Claus. Why are Christmas trees so fond of the past? Because the present's beneath them. What do you call a broke santa? Give up yet? It's Saint-NICKEL-LESS Santa so jolly? Because he knows where all the naughty girls live. song … Continue reading Christmas Humor