Talking with Santa

As a little girl climbed onto Santa’s lap, Santa asked the usual:

“And what would you like for Christmas?”
The child stared at him open-mouthed and horrified for a minute, then gasped: “Didn’t you get my email?”

Dear Santa,

There are three little boys who live at our house.

There’s Jeffrey. He’s two.

There’s David. He’s four.

There’s Norman. He is seven.

Jeffrey is good some of the time.

David is good some of the time.

Norman is good all of the time.

I am Norman.