Santa Finally Came And My Wrist Is Killing Me

While sitting in front of the fire with a half-finished cup of cocoa in hand, an afghan upon me, and a kitty resting lazily on it in my lap, I detected a familiar sound in the distance. As it came closer, I recognized the grinding transmission of his brown van clippity-clop of his sleek sleigh coming down the street. It was Santa! He was late and I'd almost given up hope. His milk and cookies were long gone; the carrots for Rudolph were consumed in a hearty stew about a week ago.

Santa Claus bounded up the step, eager to gain access to my back door, and rang the bell. That one knows how to push my buttons. I hurried over, through open the sash, and met him with a boisterous, "Merry Christmas!" He greeted me with a wink and broad smile.

His outfit was brown, not the lustrous red velour I had anticipated. Dreary to be sure — I decided, to myself of course, that Mrs. Claus needs a quick refresher course in Home Ec. She better take care of her man or she's going to lose him to some skinny slut that knows enough to invest in color-safe bleach. After all, he gets around, and who knows how many of these tramps are splayed spread eagle under the tree on a bear skin rug?

For me, he had a special delivery and I invited him in out of the cold. I was legitimately worried that he might drop his load right there on the stoop. (I'll tell you the story of quick draw McGraw some other time.)

He tightly clenched a clipboard where he checked his list. In fact, he checked it twice. His reaction told me I wasn't naughty but nice. Using my keen peripheral vision, I noted he was showing a large package and I grinned from ear to ear because it had my name written all over it.

As quickly as he came, he was gone. I shouted after him, "Will I see you again?" He turned my way, smiled, and waved as he drove out of site.

I turned to my gift. It was teasing to be opened immediately. I slit the tape and peeled back the flaps. When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a Nikon D80 and vibration free lens!

It was exactly what I ordered always wanted!

Making the day complete, the wrist-lash I suffered a week prior from whipping out my VISA card was down to a dull throb.
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