But only the good girls and boys get some
(after delivering bowls of rice pudding covered in fresh raspberry sauce)
Dad: (whispering to RJ) I think it’s monkey brains.
RJ: (whispering) No. It’s not.
(a few minutes later)
RJ: (yelling) It’s Santa brains!!!
Dad: But doesn’t Santa need them?
LR: Naah. He’s done that trip so many times, he doesn’t need brains to know where to go.
RJ: He’s so good, he doesn’t need them, and we get to eat them up!
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