Maybe this is from last year, because supposedly Trump is Home Alone, with only Twitter to succor and soothe. But then, Melania did fly back to Washington, so maybe this took place tonight. In either case, it’s a ghastly thing to say to a kid, any year. And do you suppose it crossed his thick skull that a child wouldn’t call to track the progress of Santa unless s/he believed in him?
Donald Trump, answering phone call from 7-year-old on Christmas Eve: "Are you still a believer in Santa? Because at seven it's marginal, right?" pic.twitter.com/VHexvFSbQ1
— The Daily Beast (@thedailybeast) December 25, 2018
Maybe Trump should screen “Miracle On 34th Street,” although it’s probably too complex for the dense meshes of his mind to grasp, to understand that the reality of Santa is the joy of giving and sharing, and that’s why Santa is real to the rest of us forever, no matter what age of kid we are.
Add stealing a childhood to Trump's list of crimes.
— Bill Wong (@ten24get) December 25, 2018
"Mommy. What did he mean about Santa?"
"Santa stopped bringing him presents because he's a very very bad person."
— ? Laci Liu ? (@LaciLou77) December 25, 2018
YES, Virginia there is a Santa Claus. But the old man on the phone isn't Santa- he's a Fake Santa, Fake President, & a Fake Phone Caller.
— Victoria Armand (@V_w17) December 25, 2018
The scary thing is that Trump was actually trying to be relatable there and that was the best he could do.
— Everett Will (@DCAbloob) December 25, 2018
“The Grinch Trump hated Christmas — the whole Christmas season.
Oh, please don’t ask why, no one quite knows the reason.
It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight.
It could be his head wasn’t screwed on just right.
But I think that the most likely reason of all… may have been that his heart soul was 2 sizes too small.”
But just think as you snuggle in your beds tonight, friends, that a story’s only so good as how it ends,
And the Christmas Eve will come, a very great night,
Where there is no more Trump, and we’re delivered from this plight.
And on that great night, they will cry from each hall, “Here’s a lump of coal for Trump, the biggest Has-Been of them all.”
No audience, no show, and we shall shall live to see it. Trump without the glare of publicity will melt just like the Wicked Witch.
Cheers.
