She stood impatiently in line. “I can’t stand being in line,” she said to herself.  “Santa Claus better deliver.” The girl rubbed her fur coat as she continued to wait for her turn to come.

It took fifteen minutes before the snobbish girl made it to the front of the line to see Santa.  “Well hello there,” said jolly Santa. “What would you like for Christmas?”

“Listen Santa,” the girl responded. “I want a Bentley, the complete CD collection of the Beatles, a new mansion, my own private hot tub, a race horse, and an Everlasting Gobstopper.”

“A what?” asked the puzzled Santa. “What is an Everlasting Gostopper?”

“Don’t be coy with me Claus. You know what it is. You know what everything is. I’ve given you my demands. I have an additional list of my needs in my purse. Please understand that I want everything, and I want it now!”

“Well you’re asking too much. You are a naughty little girl.”

“Cut the crap, Claus. If you don’t deliver by sundown, I’ll get you fired. You’ll be lucky if you get a job as a car washer.  By the way, here is my card.”

“So you’re the one and only Veruca Salt. Listen Ms. Spoiled Brat, you’ll be lucky if Santa doesn’t dump a whole load of coal right by your Christmas tree.”

“I have five Christmas trees.  I’m about to scream. DADDY, I want this Santa impersonator fired at once.”

Veruca’s father immediately came to the aid of his precious daughter.  “I suggest that you not make Veruca any angrier. I’ve seen grown men and women cry when she is done with them.”

Santa got out of his chair.  He took off his fake beard and stuck his tongue out at Veruca. “I hope you get run over by a reindeer,” said the upset Santa.

Veruca just smiled and said, “Score one for the rotten brat.”

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