Santa Claus - My Fake Diary

Tuesday, 28 December 2004

26 December

Note to self - Jimmy Robinson (bad)

I have limits. People think I'm jolly all the time, and I do hate to disappoint them ... but even Santa needs a break. I mean, after a hard night - delivering all those presents, what a man doesn't need is some snotty nosed little brat playing silly buggers with his present sack.

I gave Jimmy his toy - (a copy of 'Grand Theft Auto') - and left it under the tree like I usually do. But no. Jimmy decided that he'd changed his mind, and he no longer wanted 'Grand Theft Auto'. After informing me that he was no longer 'a baby', Jimmy proceeded to rifle through my sack with childish abandon. Melissa Cuthbert's doll is no longer in one piece, and I do believe that if the wheel of Tom Kleisner's truck removes itself one more time - I will be forced to ban automobiles from the present list once and for all.

*sigh* ... What can you do with kids these days? I left a note for Jimmy's parents - just to let them know not to expect him back for a few months. A new little helper on the acreage will be a big help. Rudolph got into the mince pies again, and there's an awful lot of mess in the stables....