Santa Time

Well it's Christmas time again. After many years in Retail it's kinda nice not being in Retail. Sometimes I think I miss Retail, then I wake up from the nightmare.

Anyway time for my favorite Santa joke.

Santa comes down the chimney, and to his surprise a very good looking playmate type women is lying on the sofa. She is wearing a very revealing, can you say Victoria's Secret type spaghetti strap night gown.

She says "Hi Santa, would you stay awhile with me, I can make your Christmas very Merry."
Santa replies " Ho Ho Ho Me must go, I can not treat my children so."

She gets up from the sofa, starts walking towards Santa, one strap falls from her shoulder, revealing not a small portion of her upper anatomy, "Please stay Santa, we can have such a wonderful time" she says.

Santa replies " Ho Ho Ho Me must go, I can not treat my children so."

Walking a little closer to Santa, the other strap can not contain her ample presents, and the night gown falls to the floor. She is now dressed the way she came into this world, she says, "please stay Santa, I want you for Christmas.

Santa replies, "Hey Hey Hey, I might as well stasy, I can't get up the chimney anyway.

Deer Hunting ?

It is called Deer Hunting, why I really don't know. It should be called Deer sitting or Deer waiting or freezing your butt off in the cold waiting for a deer to walk up so you can blast it.
Been awhile since I went Deer sitting, so this year I was reminded how cold you can get waiting for one of Bambi's relatives to show up.
I am still waiting, Bambi's relatives must have been out of town.
The internet is loaded with info, a very few of Bambi's daddies ever make it to trophy size. I laughed when I read a lot of sitters are taking Doe, waiting for the Big Un to show up. They let the young bucks go, hoping they grop up to be Big Bucks. BUT people with cars are very good at killing off these youngsters, and if the cars do not get them something else does.
So now the pin heads that try to estimate the population of Bambi kin are having trouble because the harvest ( nice word for blasted deer) is scewed because of the amount of antlerless deer blasted. Most deer won't send in the census forms to be counted.
I guess I will go back to deer sitting, the gun sitting season ends soon. And I don't sit with a bow, that usually requires sitting in a contraption up in a tree.