If you’d have asked him before, the tailor would have said that there was nothing more repugnant than sinning on Christmas morning. “Balderdash. XXX “It’s not godly to do it except to make a child…”
“It‘s natural,” his wife said. I heard all your worries, I heard all your troubles, your doubts, and your flurries. With a sigh, Saint Nicholas unfastened the locks. Do you dream of hosannas and miracles on high? “And it’s good that they yearn, and it’s good that they lust. “What’s wrong with me?”
“It‘s nothing about you,” said the boy. Saint Nick grumbled as the horned figure vanished. “We’ll have no more children between us,” said the tailor. He had no name. Everyone shifted in their seats, more and more anxious. Have some Chablis.”
“This is obscene,” said Saint Nick. The Krampus’
