it was tough believing in santa at age fourteen, especially when i had a younger brother, some six years my junior, who was a no-good, non-believing, loud-mouth santatheist (pronounced: san∙tāy'∙thē∙ist), although he confessed recently, "i'm more a santagnostic about the whole thing, because heavens to murgatroyd, a person can never be too sure of anything these days."
[actually, i was challenged to used "heavens to murgatroyd" in a sentence. this is what i came up with. frankly, i'm not sure what to make of it.]
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My Dad always said Heavens to Murgatroyd in that Snagglepuss voice. I loved it.
"Exit, stage left."
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