A Funny Christmas

I baked a dozen cookies and I put them on a plate, and I set them out for Santa Claus, except for one I ate. That cookie was amazing and I couldn't quite resist... so I ate another one that I was sure would not be missed. I knew it wouldn't matter if I only ate one more. Then I gobbled up another one. Why not? That's only four. I accidentally dropped another couple on the ground. I knew Santa wouldn't want them so I swiftly scarfed them down. Another couple disappeared. I may have eaten those, though I couldn't say for certain, but I guess that's how it goes. I figured four was likely more than Santa Claus would need so I polished off another few with unexpected speed. Before I knew what happened all the damage had been done, and I realized I'd accidentally eaten every one. I guess it's best, since Santa sort of needs to watch his weight. When he visits us this Christmas I sure hope he likes the plate.