Every year I attend an annual Christmas party where a golf-themed gift exchange takes place. In preparation for this event, I purchased a beautiful Santa from Stein Mart. This Santa was dressed to the nines in his golfing togs and he had his clubs ready for the first tee. I stored Santa in the closet, wrapped in tissue and secure in his shopping bag. Or so I thought.
Off to work I went the next day, happy to have that gift checked off my shopping list. The day went great, I accomplished so much at work. I went home knowing that my kitties, Tiger and Phil, would be greeting me at the front door. Sweet. I opened my front door. There was Tiger, looking a little smug. And there was Phil SANTA, laying at Tiger's side. Santa had obviously been through quite a struggle with Tiger. (Hence the smug look) Santa's beard was ripped halfway off his face and there was a tooth-mark on his shoulder. There was one club (looked like the three-wood) out of Santa's bag too. Evidently Santa was no match for Tiger, even wielding his three-wood! I said, "What have you done?" And Tiger said, "Meow." End of conversation. 
I snatched Santa up to assess the damage. Okay. A little glue and I thought Santa would still be able to attend the Christmas party and be exchanged as the fine golfing Kringle he was. I put him in surgery on the ironing board, far away from his good buddy Tiger, and performed the operation. I swear there was relief on Santa's face from having survived his ordeal.
As Santa relaxed in recovery on that ironing board, I fed the kitties. Phil had come out with a look on his face that said he was not an accomplice to the deed. I gave treats. Life was good once again. In fact, it was time for Dancing with the Stars. I sat down to enjoy the show. I looked at my sweet kitties beside me on the couch. Tiger right next to me, leaning on my leg and Phil SANTA leaning on the pillow. Oh no. Santa had returned for an encore performance. Tiger had dragged his little red suited friend out of recovery to watch the show with us. But now Santa was clean-shaven. His beard was in the dining room. Tiger tossed out a "Meow," and began cleaning himself. Evidently tussling with the jolly old man was dirty work!
Needless to say, Santa went back to the operating room. The second surgery was successful. After a short recovery time in the bathroom with the door shut, Santa went on to a double bag on a shelf, behind other boxes, in a locked closet to await his appearance at the Christmas Party. Hopefully the other guests at the party won't be reading this blog!
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