Craig Merrow is a machinist for the United States Navy and enjoys writing, taking courses at the local college, early jazz, old radio shows, picking blueberries, and mountain biking. He is always busy with some new project, his latest being the design and construction of an off-grid solar home in Southern Maine.

And Santa quietly slipped down the chimney and made his way over to the Christmas tree. There, he opened his bag of goodies and gently placed the gifts underneath with care. 

“Let's see, here's one for Honeybuns, one for Cupcake, one for Creampuff, one for Buckwheat, one for Pig, one for Angeli...” 

Then he paused. He stroked his beard thoughtfully and glanced at his list. Who had he forgotten?

Chuckling softly to himself, he pulled a large package out of his bag. He shoved it next to the tree. “Oh, of course! And one for Davy!”

He continued to laugh as he zipped back up the chimney and hopped into his sleigh. 

“How could I ever forget Davy?” he asked himself. He shook the reins and flew into the night. “Only kid in the world to ask for a fifty-five-gallon drum of ice cream for Christmas!” Test

Glancing at his list again, he shook his head. This one was a puzzle.

“I still don't quite know what to do about this next one...” he muttered.

Just then, one of the reindeer called out, “Santa! I have to go potty!”

When he heard this, Santa lit up. He smiled his biggest smile.

“Ho Ho Ho! Hold on! When we get to Omar's house, I'll let you fill his stocking!”