The napkins were laid on the table with care in hopes that Majors Pizza would soon be there.
When suddenly what to his wondering eyes did appear, but Lamon Hubbs dressed up like Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.
His furry little paws were stretched out for the tip as the pizza box reeked wildly of pastorelli dip.
His antlers lay crooked at the top of his head, "Must be fake ones," someone said.
His breath smelled like onions, garlic and basil and when he spoke his voice was all gnarly and nasal.
Standing at the door Greg could do nothing but stare, but he was so hungry he did not care.
He paid the guy hurriedly and then closed the door, soon he would be wishing that he had ordered more.
Now nestled all comfy in his warm snuggly bed, Greg drifted off to sleep, but he didn't dream of the fat man in red.
Instead it was Dasher and Tom Guffey and Lester Beaty too, plus Donner and Blitzen, and me and Mike Dalton, just to name a few.
Now Greg is snoring and it's shaking the house, no one else can sleep for that noisy 'ol louse.
But it's December and Santa said to be of good cheer, so...
Merry CHRISTmas to Greg and everyone elfs!
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