Christmas In August?

Yesterday I tried to call my wife close to her lunch hour to see how everything was going. No response; I continued with my IT duties.

After a little while, I receive a call on my cel. It was her so I picked up.

"Santa Claus?" she uttered.

"What? Is that you, my love?"

"Hi there Santa! How are you?" she continued.

At this point I'm going WTF, but she added, "I have a boy here in my classroom who doesn't want to eat his lunch. So I'm calling you to let you know of how a bad he's behaving." A shriek from a small boy is heard in the background.

I realize I was being used to psychologically induce fear into a child of probably 5 years of age. So I played along.

"Is that so, Mrs. Kathy?" I asked in a deep voice. "Good little boys are the only ones who get presents for Christmas!"

My wife then put another kid on the phone and I had to talk like Old Saint Nick! She even put me on speakerphone!

But after all that holiday improv, my wife's teacher's aid went and got the brat something else to eat.

As for me, I guess I can pass as Kriss Kringle, but I'd have to gain some serious weight to fit the suit!