That goat is probably the closest I'll ever get to meeting a real, live unicorn. The little bastard put on his best "I'm ever so hungry" face, effectively conning me out of the ice cream cone full of Goat Chow I bought for a dollar. Then he turned right around and pulled the same move on my sister. Ten seconds later, my mother fell for the same con.

Also: as you may have noticed Saint Nicholas wears Nikes.

Labels: Catholicism, Christmas