Chester Keene reminded me of a tale of Christmas Cheer--Cop style. The officers at the NPD decided it would be a nice gesture for one of them to be Santa Clause for the PAL kids. But who could portray the jolly ol' elf?
There were a couple of requisites. First, one of our most likable officers had to be selected, since they'd be working with children, many of whom are afraid of the fat man with a beard. (Some of our cops were gruff and broadcast menacing presence that would terrify Lucifer) And, most importantly, the cop had to fit in the Santa suit.
There were a couple of requisites. First, one of our most likable officers had to be selected, since they'd be working with children, many of whom are afraid of the fat man with a beard. (Some of our cops were gruff and broadcast menacing presence that would terrify Lucifer) And, most importantly, the cop had to fit in the Santa suit.
The obvious choice was a cop we'll call Rumple. Rumple had a grand sense of humor, liked children, and the Santa suit fit him perfectly. Rumple's only possible drawback was that he was a tippler and liked his tan and foamy. But, he wasn't a drunk, and who would know?
At the gala event, the line of children was long and eager, each with a Christmas list. All went well until one wary child climbed on Santa's knee, looked Rumple up and down, took a whiff, and bellowed, "You smell like beer!"
We suppose Kris Kringle slid down that child's chimney early Christmas morn. But Rumple sure as hell didn't.
At the gala event, the line of children was long and eager, each with a Christmas list. All went well until one wary child climbed on Santa's knee, looked Rumple up and down, took a whiff, and bellowed, "You smell like beer!"
We suppose Kris Kringle slid down that child's chimney early Christmas morn. But Rumple sure as hell didn't.
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