Merry marijuana and happy New Year

Merry marijuana and happy New Year

Sergeant Mesa wound down his win­dow as his pulled the car over. “Oi, Santa!” he said.

Santa stopped and looked over. “Oh, it’s you sergeant. I didn’t recog­nise you.”

Mesa wiped his fin­gers over his mouth and the two day’s worth of stub­ble on his chin. “What’s in the sack Tony?” he said.

Tony shrugged.

Mesa said, “You still deal­ing drugs?”

Uh huh, I’m just spread­ing some Christ­mas joy.”

Mesa think­ing, said, “Yeah, like a proper lit­tle Santa. Except, I’m guess­ing you’ve packed a lit­tle extra some­thing into the parcels. Am I right?”

Tony gave him that grin of his.

By Vin­cent Holland

Inspired by the case of Santa’s mar­i­juana — http://​ktar​.com

Sergeant Mesa wound down his window as his pulled the car over. “Oi, Santa!” he said.

Santa stopped and looked over. “Oh, it’s you sergeant. I didn’t recognise you.”

Mesa wiped his fingers over his mouth and the two day’s worth of stubble on his chin. “What’s in the sack Tony?” he said.

Tony shrugged.

Mesa said, “You still dealing drugs?”

“Uh huh, I’m just spreading some Christmas joy.”

Mesa thinking, said, “Yeah, like a proper little Santa. Except, I’m guessing you’ve packed a little extra something into the parcels. Am I right?”

Tony gave him that grin of his.

By Vincent Holland

Inspired by the case of Santa’s marijuana – http://ktar.com