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.
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