He simply meant to knock it a little crooked.
Yeah, that's it.
And about that thing he said to old Mr. G?
Yeah, Dad heard it.
Any prospect of a toy filled stocking, with candy spilling out and over the thick white fleece cuff were done. But he knew, deep down inside, Santa was a kind, jolly (whatever that means), reasonable man who knew kids, right? That's when it hit him.
Mom appeared around the corner and had the "get out of timeout talk" with him. He apologized, and knew he had to try harder to behave. And he did. Thanksgiving came and went, and Grandma commented how much of a gentleman he'd become. That boring old concert his sister was in was easier to deal with now that he decided to sit still and actually listen to it. In fact, he enjoyed it. (Well, some of it.)
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Carefully, he penned the words, "Dear Santa, We are allergic to coal."
Then Brian, and his sister Judy, signed their names.
Surely Santa respected allergies, right? Do you think it will work?