Oh, my what a night. It was not about “when they drove old Dixie down” either. Twas a night before the jolly fat man for some people came sneaking into their house.
Hmm these days he would be a burglar or thought of as a thief breaking into a house. Some might say “that he is a sneaky old cuss.”
Some sorta of a modernistic Robin Hood. He would bring gifts to the little boys and girls but only the good ones. Which is why I never got, those great gifts or got none-at-all.
Twas the night Janet awoke out of a fitful sleep. Awakened by some inner instinct that something was amiss in her home.
Arising from the warm confines of her bed she slipped on her fuzzy Bugs Bunny house shoes. With the ears flopping she shuffled sleepily down the hallway towards the living room.
She could hear sounds coming from it and it sounded like ho, ho, ho!
What!
Wait!
It surely could not be that red pajama wearing fat man she thought? There was a light on as she shuffled towards the kitchen for a cup of Joe to help her wake up.
She gave a yawn and saw a figure bent over a sack on the floor and things flying up out of it. Naw, she thought this is about the birth of Jesus not that white bearded guy known as Saint Nick-e.
Ahh, Janet thought someone has made a pot of Java. Something to warm up the bod and clear out the sleep from the eyes.
While taking a sip she noticed a change in words coming from the living room. Not longer ho, ho, ho but it sounded more like holey, holey, holey! Now that was more like it a real Christmas song she thought.
She took a few steps into the living room and noticed the figure bent over saying holey, holey! What in the world she thought as she realized the things flying into the air were socks!
Socks?
Yes!
Socks!
And it was not Santa doing it but Mat as he searched for a pair of socks that did not have holes in them.
So, it was not the white bearded Santa, but Mat. He was looking in all the wrong places for his Socks. This bag of socks were meant to be thrown away!
They were not meant to be thrown around either!
Well, Janet shrugged least his x-mas gift would be treated better.
Yep, his gift of some brand new, U-N-H-O-L-E-Y socks!
That was the story I was told and you can believe me or not!