Biggest Fear Is Jalapeno Pie
Santa Claus cooks the turkey and gravy and bakes up pumpkin bread.
His wife tiptoes out of the kitchen to converse with his brother Ed.
They decide to allow him this alone time to cook and knead and bake.
Playing kitchen therapy; he adores making chocolate pudding cake.
Your immaculate kitchen will be a disaster Ed tells his sister-in-law.
They hear Santa bellowing with laughter as a turkey he does thaw.
That is fine, Mrs. Claus says. He needs this excitement every year.
He might make another striped jalapeno pie which is my biggest fear.
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