By Mina Talebi, TIWP Student
Santa had a party. He invited all of his friends. Mrs. Claus made some eggnog.
So much eggnog that Mrs. Mistletoe suddenly showed up as Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson were walking home together. It was Kaia’s dream come true.
So much eggnog that Dominick the Italian Christmas Donkey decided to move to Washington D.C. (Dominic the Washington D.C. Donkey doesn’t have the same ring to it.)
So much eggnog that Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer thought that his nose was on fire. It never glowed very much anymore, the fire extinguisher made sure of that.
So much eggnog that the Christmas garland of pine tried to tango with a smoothie machine. Rest in pieces Christmas garland. Rest in pieces.
So much eggnog that the Gingerbread Brothers tried to sing acapella to a group of hungry bears. They didn’t get further than the first half note.
So much eggnog that Frosty the Snowman tried to live through the summer. Some unlucky kid got wet after they fell into an unusually large puddle.
So much eggnog that the crackling fire wanted to explore the rest of his house. Ten minutes later the fire engine arrived.
So much eggnog that Santa Claus himself tried to belly dance for all of his neighbors. The poor penguins never got their eyesight back.
You know, maybe there is such a thing as too much eggnog.