A Date With Miss Clairol: 2004
Now picture this!
Santa has come home from a hard day's work at his day job. He looks like the jolly old elf that he is, dressed from the wreath on his snow white hair to the fur covered boots. He takes off his coat and sits down on the couch with a box and a magnifying glass. I look over from my spot at the computer and see him intently studying the instructions on the back side of a Clairol box.
Santa knows the end is coming and it is not good for him to be seen by little children after Christmas. He must prepare; change that hair. But never fear; be of good cheer. Two more nights of Santa's magic, then he will rest for awhile. It is Santa's style. Eleven months will come and go and before you know it you will hear once more. "Ho, Ho Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho."
Mrs. Claus
Santa has come home from a hard day's work at his day job. He looks like the jolly old elf that he is, dressed from the wreath on his snow white hair to the fur covered boots. He takes off his coat and sits down on the couch with a box and a magnifying glass. I look over from my spot at the computer and see him intently studying the instructions on the back side of a Clairol box.
Santa knows the end is coming and it is not good for him to be seen by little children after Christmas. He must prepare; change that hair. But never fear; be of good cheer. Two more nights of Santa's magic, then he will rest for awhile. It is Santa's style. Eleven months will come and go and before you know it you will hear once more. "Ho, Ho Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho."Mrs. Claus
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