There was once a little boy who didn't believe in Santa Claus. When he got up on Christmas morning he discovered that instead of toys and other fun gifts, all he had gotten were socks, underwear, and a new toothbrush. Sadly he said, "Oh, okay, I believe in Santa."
And then *poof!*, in a puff of magical elven dust, there stood Santa right before his eyes. The little boy's eyes almost fell right out in surprise and delight." Santa, you ARE real!" he squealed.
"Ho, ho, ho, that's right, little one." Santa said warmly, his bright blue eyes twinkling. "And now that you do believe in me, I'm going to take back all those boring gifts I gave you."
"Yay!" the little boy cheered. "Now I can get some REAL presents, like machine guns and grenade launchers and heat-seeking guided missiles and-"
"Ho, ho, hold it!" Santa interrupted, "You've been a very BAD little boy this year. So instead of those boring gifts, I'm giving you A TON OF COAL!"
And so, the little bugger was promptly buried alive under several feet of coal while Santa laughed his jolly laugh. The End.
Merry Christmas and Happy New year!
