Now before you can sneak away, here comes that pharaoh of the feed-store, that baron of the bunkhouse, that titan of the tack room Windy Wilson.
Well, tother day I meandurated around town until I crept in to Sarahs bookstore. You know the one. Has that sign on them bookshelves says Love and other Fiction. Been meanin to ask her bout that one a these days. Oh, Alphonse Wilson here course.
Well, Miz Sarah shore is a sweetie and I like droppin on in there ever now and then. Wellsir, this day, I was huntin a Farmers Almanac for the new year. You know how it is hate to do somethin stoo-pid like plant cabbages in the wrong bowels of somethin like that.
Wellsir, Sarah kinda looks me up and down, and I got glad as could be about bein a upright fine-lookin beast, and then she rears back and asks me to put on this yere Santa suit and talk to the kiddies later that day.
She said shed even give me that almanac for doin it.
Well, hot dingles, campers! I got the suit and them fakeroo whiskers slapped em on and took up my perch right there next to them history shelves.
I didnt notice anything strange til I was bout three kids in, you know. Then I noticed ol Sarah had got the Santa elf fever her ownself!
Yep, she come over and stationed herself right next to good ol Santa. Thats me, you know. Wellsir, the very next tike that come up was this cute little girl and she hopped up in ol Santas lap. So I nacherly sent seasonings greetings across to er.
I said, Hello there, young lady. Do you wish to convey an appurtenance of Christmas time wishes to all of us at this conflagration?
And she says Huh? kinda like she didnt understand. Then Sarah whispers to her Say Merry Christmas.
And she says Merry Christmas, Santa.
Tell Santa what you want for Christmas, said Sarah. And the kidlet says, Oh I want a doggie!
I see! Says I. You desire to bask in the unabrashed afflictions of our four-legged companeros.
No she says, I want a doggie.
Well a-course you do, says I. I looked at her mama and she gives me the nod.
You know how its a adult duty to appertain responsibility, sos I look down and says, Now you realize, a-course, that havin a dog means providin it with ampulatory nourishment and care. And there may be some excretatory surprises to be remedliated.
The girl looked up at her mother. And her mama says shell hafta feed it and clean up after it.
And that little angel says, I will, Santa!
So as to put the Santa visit into terminatin remembrances, I said and a felicious cerebellum of the sanctified parturitionatin occurrence to you, my dear.
And she looked up at me and says Merry Christmas! I musta done a good job of it, too, cuz when the guys come in from the Mule Barn, I heard Sarah tell em next year she was a-goin to charge admission.
And you can tell em I said so!
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