A penny-wise/pound-foolish Santa discovered switching his vision plan to the tri-annual prescription option destroyed the hopes and beliefs of millions of once-adoring children, that Christmas of 2005.
Wendy
Santa had been thoroughly enjoying a new poem about himself by Clement Clarke Moore until he got to the part: “His eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!” That did it.
A penny-wise/pound-foolish Santa discovered switching his vision plan to the tri-annual prescription option destroyed the hopes and beliefs of millions of once-adoring children, that Christmas of 2005.
Santa had been thoroughly enjoying a new poem about himself by Clement Clarke Moore until he got to the part: “His eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!” That did it.