Lately, I’ve been having a recurring dream…
I’m being chased by a man in red suit….velvet and fur-lined.
Funny thing is, I think the same thing may have happened last year. I wonder if it is the pie I’ve been eating…a turkey allergy, maybe?
Gluten?
I really should be able to out run him. He’s a little over weight…and a smidge older than me. But man, is he QUICK. Faster than you would think….
Nipping on my heels, waking my slumber with the booming of his voice.
HO..HOO…Hooo…
Taunting with his winks and pointed fingers….
Man, I don’t e.v.e.n …know.YOU.
Quit calling me names.
They profiled someone on the news last week who looks similar. Hard to tell with that beard….Could it be? They think he is responsible for multiple neighborhood break ins… A little delusional they said….
This guy..this guy carries a sack…Like a big mamma jamma one. He could fit some stuff in there.
Looking over my shoulder, I realize he is closer than before. We are almost face to face now….
And then I wake…
Chats A Lot 
LOVED IT! An entertaining read that portrays most all of us as soon as we take our last bite of dessert on Thanksgiving. I personally find it very stressful to try and outrun Santa.
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