Ho-Ho-Ho, Tell Santa Blackie Your Wish List!
Posted December 23, 2010
Elfride: All right, children, Santa’s ready to hear your Christmas lists –
Santa Blackie: Ho-ho-ho, kids, come tell Santy whatcher want fer Christmas, an’ we’ll see what we can do fer ya; you first, li’l missy with th’ curls –
Young Hippolyte: I – I am scared, ‘Credi! *trembles*
Young Tancredi: Zere ees no-theeng for to be scared, mon petit frère; theenk of heem comme papa, no?
Lovechild: What an impostor – he’s NO Santa Claus, and there is NO such thing as Santa Claus, anyway *hmph*.
Young E’Clair: Awww, you got up on the wrong side of the bed today, didn’cha? Don’t you mind; I’ll tell him for both of us what we want –
Young Waramon: Much as I’d like Father Christmas all to myself, let us sit together on his lap, shall we? *wink*
Young Gobnait: Sure… like that saying, “the more the merrier”, huh? *tugs lapel*
Buddha Girl: Eh, dat Santy look fami’lar! Tink we gots a chance wit him dis year, Mister Wishy?
Angry Sparrow: Yeh, mebbe dis de year.
Washi: *sigh* This year my role is that of a bystander… just ask Sister Angela –
Imperious Jade: Yeh, child – we in de wish busyness dis year *snort*.
Santa Blackie: Ho-ho-ho, lookit th’ LITTLE little girl! Bet ya have some BIG want list, ho-ho-ho!
Lovechild: HOW can you possibly believe in this drivel? Can’t you see what a FAKE he is?
Young E’Clair: Shhhhh, Lovechild, he can HEAR you –
Lovechild: I WANT him to hear me! Cease and desist with your nonsense, charlatan! We will have NOTHING to do with the likes of YOU –
Santa Blackie: Ho-ho-ho, then; guess I can’t give ya anything! Who’s next?
Young E’Clair: …. !
Santa Blackie: Step right up, boys, n’tell ol’ Santy yer names –
Young E’Clair: I – I hope you’re happy, Lovechild… now we won’t get anything *sniffle* –
Lovechild: Fiddlesticks – I got the satisfaction of exposing that old fool! *beaming*
Young Hippolyte: Oh! ...
Young Tancredi: Du calme, frère – tell Père Noël tu nom –
Young Hippolyte: Nonononon! He – he is SCARY like PAPA! *crying*
Elfride: Oh sweetheart, what’s wrong? –
Santa Blackie: Aw, kid, wot’s this about yer pappy, then?
Young Tancredi: Pardonnez-moi, Père Noël – I tried to make heem not so afraid, com-paring you to our fa-ther -
Young Tancredi: – but zat was my mees-take, as our père al-ways to make heem cry and cry, zen ‘e run away and climb ze tree –
Santa Blackie: Well now, that I’d like ta see, ya climbin’ our tree here –
Elfride: Um, Santa, remember, liability issues, and all that –
Young Tancredi: Eet ees no pro-blem, I weel to take heem ‘ome, zhen, to climb OUR tree! Bon jour, M’sieur et mam’zelle –
Young Hippolyte: *sniffle-sniff*… I …like trees…
Sister Angela: That dear little boy; his brother is so kind to him. Very touching, wasn’t it, Washi?
Washi: *sniiiiiiifffff* Uh-huh…
Sister Angela: And what do I keep telling you about NOT using my robes for a hankie, hmmm?
Washi: But it’s SO soft on my widdle nose *honk*!
Buddha Girl: Eh, mebbe Santy DID bring us wat we really wanted alreddy – our MUDDER! You lookin’ real swell, Ma!
Angry Sparrow: Yeh, you got it all goin’ on.
Imperious Jade: Eh, tanks, Plum Child. Mebbe you kids help me make more dis year, hmmm? I even get you you own sewin’ machine! *chuckle*
Santa Blackie: Ho-ho-ho, kids; hop up on my lap, there’s plenty’a room fer ya both! *pats legs*
Young Waramon: Isn’t that nice of Father Christmas, Gobby; I think he DOES know some of what we want, already!
Young Gobnait: Heh, we’ll see; after all, I been good’n naughty *snicker* –
Santa Blackie: Okay, who wants ta go first?
Young Waramon: Oh, ladies first, Father Christmas; see how good I am?
Santa Blackie: Ho-ho, yer a little gentleman, boy; don’t hurt to keep up the ol’ shinola –
Young Gobnait: Mmm, Santa, I like your suit… sooooooooft *fondles fabric* –
Santa Blackie: Heh-heh, *ahem* – Santy thanks ya fer th’compliment *fidget* –
Young Gobnait: Santa, I seen my future, and I found out I’m gonna need some bras – BIG bras! So, I want you to bring me some really fancy ones this Christmas. I figure between now and then, my friend and I can use ’em for SLINGSHOTS. Get double the bounce, know what I mean?
Young Waramon: *claps hands* Oh, lovely – great expectations, tra-la!
Santa Blackie: WOT! Er, ah, um – Santy’ll see wot he can do fer ya, um, little girl –
Washi: *attentive* I’d like to see THAT, yessiree!
Sister Angela: Never you mind!
Elfride: Good-bye, um, kids – have a merry Christmas – *waves*
Santa Blackie: Yeah, what my helper Elf said *waving* Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!
Young Waramon: My thanks to you, Father Christmas; I think shall, indeed! *wink*
Young Gobnait: Yeah… like the song says, have yourself a merry little Christmas… *saunter*
Santa Blackie: Hey, Elferide, is it ME, or are th’ kids gettin’ WEIRDER every year?
Elfride: Just at Ms. Beamlette’s, Blackwell – just at Ms. Beamlette’s *giggle*.
Weird, yes, but cute!
Now that we’ve seen the humor in the holiday, it’s time for something sentimental –