Preface: This is a holiday parody story, to be told Round-Robin Style. I’ll start us off. Please add a paragraph as you see fit in the comments. Let’s make each other laugh for the holidays!
A gift from Kate, Becky, and Stacey for the Holidays.
“Dear Santa, it’s me, Margaret” she said on her knees, prayer style because she already couldn’t understand, at 12, how a letter addressed, by snail mail, would reach the North Pole at all – with no zip code or anything, let alone by Christmas (only a week away). Why didn’t Santa publish an email address or have a website anyway? That’s what normal people do..
“Anyway, Santa, if you can hear me, cool, because I’ve been super good this year and only yell at my little brother when he deserves it and I really want a new tablet for Christmas with at least 1 gig of RAM and some Bluetooth headphones that will drown out my mom yelling at me to get off my tablet. Thanks Santa, Amen, or whatever…”
Having been raised a Secular Agnostic by college professors at Bryn Mawr, Margaret knew that the likelihood of Santa existing was probably nil but she *wanted* to believe so badly, she was willing to try anything….Plus her little 7 year old brother had gotten a light saber last year that made whooshing noises and everything even though she knew her parents hated Star Wars so maybe it *was* Santa? The movies all said so anyway.
She went out into the snow and made a snowball directing it at the nearby tree, when out popped something totally unexpected….
I leave it to you, Band, let’s make each other giggle by telling hilarious nonsense regaling Margaret’s belief or non belief in Santa…
A frog in a top hat danced his way out of the tree, clearly ignoring the snow. “Now I’ve seen EVERYTHING,” Maggs said, mouth hanging open in disbelief. Then, Mr. Peanut and his monocle popped out from the tree next to the one she’d hit. He too began to dance with his tophat and cane to ABBA’s “Waterloo.”
Maggs screamed, suddenly light-headed. “NOW, I’ve seen it all,” she cried.
Just then, something else popped out from the tree behind the first one. It was…
Baby Yoda, only named that because his original creator chose not to name his species. Anywhoo Margaret froze in shock, and fright and….squeee “OH. My. Goodness. You are so adorable”, but before she could move toward him, he raised his sweet hand/bird/claw and began to lift Margaret off the floor! It was like floating on a cloud and Margaret was instantly warm and happy all at the same time. In her mind a man with a indistinguishable foreign accent whispered:
Baby Groot. Of course, all he could say for himself was his own name so communication wasn’t really an option.
Margaret raised her eyes up to the sky, wondering what could possibly be next. Her eyes were a little blurry from all of the sudden commotion but she thought she saw a shooting star. As it neared the earth, it more clearly turned out to be …
Sandra Bullock, returning to earth in crappy Russian made Soyiz capsule.
Sandra crawled out of the capsule, looked at the deserted beach, and with enough irritation to wake the dead, she said where the FU*K is the waiter?
As soon as she finished her interrogative, out of the limpid surf came….