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Dec 2015
Santa's day in court.
Santa enter the courtroom:
The judge calls him to the front.
The judge says your name please.
Santa says you should know me by now bobby.
Judge says it says here you live at the north pole.
Santa says yes with mrs santa. And all 600 helpers.
Judge says you got caught Breaking in to a house.
Santa says that this is my job to bring toys to young kids as well as gifts to the older.
Well how do   you plea santa And santa replys
I have been doing this for hundreds of years. I don't like they way they do things now
But times have changed and I'm failing as one of the most beloved person at christmas time.
They don't say merry christmas any more. They don't take the time to stand in line to tell me what they want.
Judge says well how do you plea?  Santa your plea for me because only you, god and I know what Christmas is about.
Written by
Harold r Hunt Sr  union sc
(union sc)   
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