The Naughty List Is Getting Fatter

(I am seven years old and mom, my baby sister, and I are on the way to the bus stop to pick my sister up from school when I step on a glass bottle and cut my foot. It’s around Christmas time and this is after the ambulance has dropped us off at the ER.)

Me: *singing* “Santa Claus, Santa Claus, you are much too fat…”

(I didn’t get any further in my song because Santa Claus himself walked around the corner. I shut up because I wanted presents!)