So he grabbed a gloved fistful of the pieces on top that were still dry.Īs he munched them pensively, his beard filled with crumbs. It was the light of the Christmas tree, bouncing off of a sprinkle! Nick was offended he began to pull out the coal.īut just then a red light struck his eye with a twinkle. It was just disk-shaped cereal pieces, piled up in a bowl.Īs a cookie expert, St. Ready to appraise with his palate, Santa approached the cookie offering,īut what he saw had no chocolate chips! No cinnamon sugar! No frosting! “I never know when to stop.”īefore laying out presents, Santa had to see whether the kids were naughty or nice:ĭid they leave fruit cake or cupcakes? Old skim milk or Molson Ice? “Ugh, too many Fig Newtons,” he said, belly clenched. Soon after Santa slunk down the chimney and fell with a plop. Innocent Little Johnny hoped Santa brought him that new game called Doom. With that they marched off to their respective rooms.
The kids poured out a heaping bowl and heard the falling pieces crash,Īs for milk? They added just a casual splash. With sparkling red and green sprinkles, this was the most festive-looking cereal around! “Give him this cereal, but go easy on the milk we don’t want a soggy disaster!”Įxamining the small cookie pieces, they were shiny, beige, and round. “Santa doesn’t need real cookies,” Dad said. So they threw a box of Holiday Sprinkles Cookie Crisp into the children’s laps. Mom and dad grumbled they were tired of this crap, While visions of a pissed off, hungry Santa clutched his stomach in their heads. The children searched their pantry, shoving aside the Wonder Bread, Not a cookie was baking, not even a Toll House.Įven the Oreos had been eaten (I licked them all so I wouldn’t have to share!)īut what would the kids leave out for Santa, who soon would be there? ‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
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