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I enter a side door that said: “North Pole Popcorn Factory.”
There were row upon row upon row of Christmas trees.
The elves were pulling down the strands of popcorn and carefully pulling
the popcorn off the string and putting it into tamper proof packages.
I turned to the head elf who had a big scar on his face and a broken nose
that healed crooked and said: “Is this where popcorn comes from?”
Scar Elf: “Yes.”
Me: “Wouldn’t it be easier if you just bought the popcorn at the grocery store?”
Scar Elf: “They don’t have room for all the Christmas trees.”
Me: “What do you do with the trees after you de-popcorn them?”
Scar Elf: “We add more tinsel.”
And so it went until Christmas Eve when all the children were in their beds,
then Santa came in looked at all the Christmas trees and said
“Christ, not again.”
And punched Scar Elf in the nose.
Written in Blue Mercury 