Lump of Coal

This morning Zoe and Vincent, with my help, wrote letters to Santa.  Momma Karin isn't all the way sold on this whole idea, which resulted in this awkward exchange in front of attentive children

Karin:  So, what do you think the post office does with all these letters to Santa?
Me:  Ahem.  They deliver them to Santa up at the North Pole where he reads each and every one.
Karin:  Oh.

Go in Peace