War On Christmas-Day Ten

I was in line at the grocer when the child that had screamed his way through various aisles ended up directly behind me. Still tormenting his mother and being a generally awful beast, I took the opportunity to use the new mobile telephone I'd purchased. I waited until the brat made eye contact to whip-out the phone.

"Hello, operator? Get me Father Christmas."
( Then, directly to the child),
"You are soooo on the naughty list this year."

I wished the mother "Happy Holidays" but I dare say she might not have heard me over the ensuing hysteria.