Today I am going to bare all and expose you to another problem we’re having. The names have been changed to protect the guilty. Here it is: I’m running a nudist camp around here. Strangely, the colder it gets, the less these little elves wear. One day the little elves were running around in the buff and Santa comes out after taking a shower, no suit on, and exclaims, rather accusingly, “What a bunch of nudists! Who did they learn that from?” I just looked Santa over real good and said, “Yes, WHO might that be?” Santa blushed.
Later, things went from bad to worse. Little Simba decided to take his nudism to a higher level and play a practical joke. I was folding laundry when Simba came running in, no diaper on and what looked like poop on his backside. Yet, strangely enough, the “poop” was the same color as the chocolate all around his mouth. Harriet the Spy was called in with her new spy kit from Santa to investigate the scene. Upon interrogation, Simba informed us that the substance on his behind was poo poo. Further investigation also showed a clumpy dropping outside the room in the hall that resembled a B.M. However, after magnifying the substances and smelling them and finally touching them, it was obvious that it was chocolate. Simba was a fraud. Simba was given the same sentence he would have received otherwise, which was a good long bath. Case closed.