2. Santa: What do you want for Christmas little boy?
Boy: You're ugly.
Santa: Oh, ho, ho, ho! Seriously, what do you want for Christmas kid?
Boy: You have really beady eyes and baaaad breath. Have you been drinking?
Santa: Look you little brat, tell me what you want for Christmas so we can move on, ok?
Boy: If you touch me inappropriately I'll tell my Dad and he'll kick your butt.
Santa: (face turning red) What. Do. You. Want. For. Christmas. Little. Boy? And you better give me an answer or you're out of here...
Boy: You smell like farts.
Santa: That's it, see ya kid (hands boy off to elf). *whispers to elf: He's getting a black blanket welcome when I come to his house*