As little Bobby lay in bed on Christmas Eve, unable to sleep thinking of all the toys Santa was going to bring, he heard giggles and laughter from the living room. “Well,” he said to himself “I’m sure mommy and daddy won’t mind if I go downstairs to say hello to Santa and thank him for all of our presents this year!” “And besides” he thought rather smartly, “once I meet Santa face to face, that will prove to mean old Donald Dietrich next door that Santa is too for real!” Little did poor Bobby know that his quest to meet Old Saint Nick would lead to a lifetime of therapy after he snuck downstairs and saw “MOMMY KISSING SANTA CLAUS!” 😏 Merry Christmas everybody! (Well, everybody except for Bobby. For him, Christmas will never be merry again!😩 HO! HO! HO!