One Christmas, my mom took me to visit Santa Claus at a local department store.

Santa wasn’t very busy that day.  There were no kids in line behind me.

After telling my list to Santa, he looked at my mom and asked her WHAT SHE wanted for Christmas.

My mom said, “A new house would be nice.”  

We left Santa and started walking down the isles, looking at merchandise.

Moments later, my mom noticed that Santa was following us, trying to attract our attention.

When my mom turned around to face him, he said,

“Say Mrs., I’m a real estate agent.  I can find that house for you.”

He started to hand over his business card, but my mom thanked him and said that she was joking.  

The moral of this story is, “Be carefull what you wish for, you might get it.”

You want a dream house?  Here’s a Santa ready and eager to make your wish come true,

for a price, of course, But a wish is a wish, is a wish.

Who says there’s no such thing as Santa Claus?