Bad little imps, on the other hand, got lumps of coal.
But the tellers of tales didn’t account for the game-changing gift of Coal.
Tabby’s Place has been gifted with the kind of Coal that dreams are made of.
Keep your Popples and Donatellos, Santa. We’re quite content with our crooked-eared, cherished Coal.
Photos courtesy of Rob S. and Mark L.
*You know nine-year-olds just can’t get enough of Basil of Caesarea.