Neighborly Santa

"Hey, Santa is next door," Sam yelled.
"What? Where?" Simmy asked.
"Get your camera! Quick!"
"Tell him to come to our house," Simmy yelled back as she dashed downstairs to get the camera.
Quick as a wink she ran back up the stairs as Sam held out a coat for her to put on to keep away the chill.
Simmy brushed it away, slipped into some shoes owned by one of the men of the household and stepped out the door.
"Hey Santa!" She yelled.
Santa was kind of deaf.
"Hey Santa!" She tried again.
Santa hopped to and started to 'Ho, Ho, Ho!' in synchronized age-old tradition.
"Come on over here so I can take a picture!" Simmy invited. "Sam, go get one of those pumpkin pies I baked earlier. You know how Al likes my baking with that German heritage."
"Santa, Santa likes your baking," Sam corrected.

Santa was dressed to perfection as he came up the driveway.
"Oh Wow! You look great!"
"I had to go be Santa for my friend Emil's grandkids." Al, Santa said.
As Simmy snapped photos, Al, (sound of blowing out lips in frustration), Santa, kept up the
HO, HO, HO...

The outfit was superb!
Sam rushed to the door and gave Al a pumpkin pie.
"It was baked today! Enjoy! Thanks for visiting!"

As soon as Al had the pie, his hand came up and he waved in friendly form.
'It is true! Santa needs cookies or cake or pie to make him happy!