"Did you all manage to bust up your toys from last Christmas?"
"Ye-e-e-s!"
"Good!" I boomed. "Ho-ho-ho! Can't get new ones unless we bust up the old ones, you know!"
We all sang "Christmas in Fairyland," and then it was Present Passing Time. Santa's Space Sled was behind me, chock full of toys. I reached back and pulled out a package.
"Julia-Three!"
"Here I am, Santy!" She came running down the aisle, a lovely blonde of about twenty-five, curls flying.
"Have you been a good girl, Julia-Three?"
"Yes, Santy."
"And you wanted a new dolly?"
She nodded emphatically.