While I waited in line with the kids to see Santa at the Springfield Mall tonight (for almost an hour), we killed the time by coming up with as many questions as we could for Santa.Are you from outer space?
Are you a vampire?
Are you a Jedi?
Do your flying reindeer have any natural predators? Like hellhounds?
How do you protect them? With your light saber?
Are you allergic to cats?
Would you like us to leave you some extra cookies this year?
Maybe some sushi?
Can you use your Christmas magic to make things levitate?
Or to change the channels on your TV without a remote?
Can you see the future?
Can you tell who's going to win the Super Bowl?
Do the elves bite?
When you're flying in your sleigh, do you ever have to dodge airplanes?
Do you really see me when I'm sleeping? Isn't that kind of creepy?
And what's with this "elf on the shelf" stuff? Are you just trying to freak us out?
Unfortunately, when the opportunity came, Phoebe reported that they only got to ask him one question: Are you an alien? He responded by turning the question back at her "Are *YOU* an alien?"
Obviously, Santa is hiding something.
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