Thanks, Santa gave it to me....
Throughout my life I have endeavored to be nice, not naughty. I've never gotten a hat. I'm not saying, I'm just saying.
That's NOT how you get a hat J !
I knew it. Girl scout cookies and soy milk. I just knew Santa was lactose intolerant. I already guessed the squeaky sound I heard every Christmas Eve was that of someone trying to clench up but what really threw me was the smell of coconut, chocolate, marshmallow, and cotton candy.