A. He's called Sammie Claus here. Do not mess this up. Lil kids do not like it.
B. What is going on in this country? Honestly, the mall was open on a Sunday (this happens 3 Sundays per year) & this is the sort of crowd it attracts, close to a hundred Harley riding, Sammie Claus dressing men. A beautiful contradiction perhaps?
C. This is honestly a whole nother level of hogs. Tattoos, dirty scraggly pony-tailed hair (my personal fav feature of motorcylce men) & leather V. Sammie Claus. The road battle of the century. I think I'm on to something here...
D. Don't worry ZIS 1st graders, this was not the REAL Sammie Claus. Almost everyday at work, I hear some child say they saw Sammie Claus at X location & he gave them some perfume or a mandarin orange. However, they feel inclined to note 'but it wasn't the real Sammie Claus.' This warms my heart almost as much as the fact that in Spain (according to my first grade Spanish friend), they don't have a tooth fairy, but rather a 'tooth mouse.' How crushing will it be to one day find out that there is neither a REAL Sammie Claus, nor a REAL tooth mouse.
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