Santa Gets In Shape

Santa had been on a diet for ninety-three days. He had not lost an inch or a pound for he loved to graze. You may have to take up exercise, his mother told him. He was reluctant to get a membership down at the gym. They’ll laugh at me, call me names and indicate that I am fat. Well, said his father, puffing up all big, what is wrong with that? Santa ordered himself a small round tight taunt trampoline. By Christmas day, he vowed, I had better be lean!