“Merry Christmas, we’ve got seven dead reindeer here!”
Laughing for a good two minutes from her, and my mom.
“What about Santa?”
“My lawyers have instructed me not to comment in regard to matters of Santa’s health.”
“So, reindeer for dinner then?”
“Yep! Them’s good eatin’! Mmmm, venison. Lousy Rudolph got away.”